Milk in a mug

It is so funny how children interpret a morning ritual, and well customize it to there own. Each child has a morning routine, I am sure they are very similar, but they do all have their added extras. That is what makes each child unique, special in their own little way.The way that make each of our little blessing so special.

Every morning, when Bryce open those baby blues, she lays in her bed, sings a happy little song, spends a few moments stretching, yawning and well waking up. Then you hear the little voice calling, " Mommy, Daddy, I am awake" or you hear the pitter patter of two precious little feet running down the hall way. After a few morning kisses and snuggles, you get the question. That very important question, "lets go get our coffee milk". Well as most people know, that is coffee for Mommy and milk for Bryce. But lately she has been asking for a mug. She wants to be like all the other adults in the house and enjoy that morning cuppa, in a mug. So darn cute! The best part is that Alan and I have collected a few smaller mugs in our travels and they have always come in handy for a little Grandma Ginny or Grandma Midge. Now, they are being shared with out little Bryce. Milk mustache and all, she is the cutest little love of them all.