This happened yesterday, but in the wake of Trixie's death, I never got to blog it.
I woke up around 8:30 to Emma getting into bed with me--you know, those icy morning feet from running around barefoot? She wanted to snuggle and get warm again, so I moved over and brought her in with me. We cuddled, and were soon joined by Ben. We were just having fun, cuddling, tickling and talking when Julia came in with a workbook in her hand.
This was surprising, because usually she wants to play in the early morning, so we generally wait till I am up, dressed, armed with coffee and maybe even caught up on email before we begin.
"Hey, Mama, guess what?" she smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"I've done ALL my schoolwork, except French!" She laughed and danced around the room. French is on the computer, which wasn't turned on yet.
After I got up, I checked her work--and yes, she'd done it all correctly. What's more, while I was dressing, making coffee, getting Emma to feed the chickens, making the beds, etc.--Ben sat down with his books and did 7 workbook pages with just a few questions here and there. We just had to read his story and he was done.
It made for a great day. Until the guinea pig croaked, anyway.