There was a "bump" in the night last night.
I heard Nolan go downstairs to go to the bathroom. And I heard him come back upstairs and head back to bed. I never opened my eyes to look at the clock.
I should have.
When I awoke this morning there were 4 neatly stacked piles of clothes in the middle of the living room floor. An empty cereal bowl on the kitchen floor. A mostly empty cup or orange juice, with a straw on the small Little Tykes in the living room, and cereal crumbs.
What strange creature could have gotten themselves up, folded laundry, eaten a bowl of cereal, and indulged in a cool glass of OJ?
I love my crazy kids :)