It is 8:25 on an unseasonably warm winter morning.
I've gotten Ben fed and back to sleep. He's lying on the bed next to me, arms and legs wrapped snugly in his swaddle. Occasionally he sighs and grunts, dreaming his baby dreams.
Dave has taken Claire off to school for the morning. I got her up and dressed today. Packed her snack and lunch for her. But the trip to school is Daddy time. Sometimes they walk. Today, I think they were just late enough to need the stroller.