4:40am Torture, Prancing and Vanilla in my Coffee

I have been up since about 4:40 - give or take. To be awakened for the day at that god aweful hour is just plain torture. Logan woke up, ate a little and dozed off... which is what he usually does at about 4 - 4:40 am. But then, when I tried to put him back in his crib, he decided that what he really wanted was to get up and start his day. I tried to disagree with him... but in the end, he won.

Getting up that early does have it's advantages - I was able to get some stuff done. I picked up Logans room and made the bunk beds (something I have been meaning to do for three months now). It only made me realize that we are in desparate need of new twin sheets.

Then, as I was making my breakfast and gatehring my lunch and snacks together for the day, I caught some movement in our yard out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought there was a dog running around in our yard - but then I realized, it was a deer prancing by! She stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at me. Yes! She saw me from standing in the back yard looking up THROUGH my kitchen window. I don't know how she even noticed me (they must have some pretty amazing hearing).

I then finished getting ready for work and decided to try adding a few drops of vanilla to my coffee in addition to milk and a sprinkle of sugar... I thought it would taste really good - but I honestly don't notice a difference. I am a little bummed. Maybe I should try the rum flavoring I have?

Ok, that is all of my ramblings for now!