"Brooklyn, stay in that bed!" Starting to do that I'm awake how come everybody's sleeping routine. Ah, I can hear the swish of a diaper. Toddler Alert! The dog is in. Gus playfully mouths Brooklyn's arm once too often. Quick as a flash (gordon), Brooklyn's hands have a snout-hold on the dog, stretching his lips like rubber and growling (future WBF wrestler?). The cat doesn't run anymore when the kids call him. Just kind of cowers and says "okay, I'm cute, pet me a little, good little kids not like that dog that trys to mouth my head and takes me a whole day to get the smell off, hey, hey that's thumping not petting." Bounce, bounce...boiiing.