I am exhausted. I was up at 3:30am with Linc who was being an absolute demon child.
On the plus, I did get to see the sun wake up.
With the boys stuffed into their high chairs so I could keep an eye on them I wiped up a "big breakfast" and kicked the dad out of bed at 7:30
It didn't take all that much encouragement though. His brand new PS3 was waiting to be taken from it's box. It had been sitting there since Thursday when he picked it up. So after scoffing down his breakfast he attacked with gusto. Of course the only equipment appropriate for such a task was a knife. (Note the concentration and the bed hair).
I tried to bet a nice photo of the three of them together but trying to get three boys to sit still and look at the camera at the same time is an almost impossible task!
The day ended with me receiving my first baby related injury. (Other then the smily scar across my tummy). Linc very quickly roughed me up in protest to him not getting what he wanted. It absolutely stung for ages and it's quite deep. The battle scars of motherhood.