6:05am

No way.

It's 6:05am and all through the house, not a creature is stirring - not even our 22 month old....

So that's not exactly accurate. Mom's up, and so are both the dogs who I just let outside, and so's Kitty-cat (that's her real name) who raced past me a few moments ago, - almost legging me up, as I ran the living room toy-gauntlet.

The human contingent are sound asleep though. WAHOOOOOOOO!

It's that sacred of all time; Mommy time!

Patience lost

Our mornings are supposed to start at 7:00am - but that's a rarity. 6:30am is about as late as it gets.

Daddy and the boys eat brekkie at the table around 7:00am, while baby girl guzzles her breakfast down in Momma's bed. The boys can see and hear Momma and their baby sister over the video monitor.

After breakfast all the boys come and join the girls - armed with a coffee for Momma. 

That's my official handover, and the start of  FULL parental duties...  I'm not exactly clocked off during the night....