Joel has been traveling and working like a maniac lately, and so the kids are almost as sick of me as I am of them. Thus they've developed a weekday morning freakout when he is in town and heads off to work. Everyone needs a thousand and fifteen hugs and kisses from him, they cling to him as he tries to walk outside, and they wail from the front porch as he leaves. It all makes my attempts to get them actually ready for the day super easy. Not. But it's so damn cute even I can't get mad (sort of). Plus that's like at least 3 minutes that they aren't fighting with each other.