Wake up and...Dance!

That's Luke's way of starting a perfect Sunday morning for Dad! Matt's been doing a little sleeping-in on the weekends because he stays up late all the time (one of the joys of starting your own company), so I have been reporting to the morning duty when Luke gets up at 7am. I have also established the routine of making waffles on Sunday mornings, as our domestic helper Rachel gets the day off and I have the whole kitchen (and the clean-up, unfortunately) all to myself. Luke usually sits on the kitchen counter to help stir some, then vigilantly watches me drop quarter-cupfuls of batter on the sizzling waffle maker as I stamp out the knobbly discs one after another. It's a down-home, cozy mother-and-son bonding time that motivates me to roll out of bed at the crack of dawn.

When all the waffles were made and perfectly stacked on the breakfast platter last Sunday, I decided to have Luke wake Matt up for breakfast. My instruction was that he was to first give daddy a hug, then whisper in his ear, "Breakfast is ready." "Gentle," I urged. The next thing I heard was Charlie Brown's Christmas blasting full volume on our stereo from our bedroom, and Luke's giggly laugh. Luke went straight to our stereo and turned on the music (which happened to be Charlie Brown), then hopped onto poor sleepy Matt with great excitement, and cheerfully announced,"Wake up Daddy! Let's dance!"

So much for sleeping-in for Matt.