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A rooster nammed Jimmy

 My sons friend. Probably his best friend, is Jimmy. Jimmy is younger than Bailey, he is six, Bailey is 9. Jimmy and Hannah DO.NOT.GET.ALONG. Its like we just inherited an extra brother when he comes over. Needless to say, being Baileys best bud, he's here pretty often.

 This weekend I was really looking forward to a little bit of sleeping in. You see I am now the official "opener" at work, 5 days a week so I will not get to go back to bed after the kids leave for school... Not that I need to do that anyway, sometimes its just a good feeling. Anyway. Saturday my mom was ringing the phone by 8am. We had to go pick up a bed, but the place did not open until 10. She was here, ringing the bell by 9:15?

 Saturday night Jimmy stayed over. Jimmy likes to wake up at the crack of dawn, which is why he is now a rooster in my book. Today though he woke up because my angelic daughter thought it would be funny to do the shaving cream trick to him: shaving cream in the hand, tickle the nose, shaving cream on face... Yeah that prank.

 Somehow it did not seem funny to daddy or I, since we'd been kept up until 3am with giggly girls, and now at 7 this was going on.... What a weekend! Maybe next weekend I can sleep in. Oh and soon enough Fall back will happen. Oh how I love to fall back :)

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