The most memorable "is it time yet?" will have to be a little Blondie Munson entering our room on Christmas MORNING and saying " I don't feel very good ....and in the same breath.......Is it time yet?" and when I finally decode what my husband has mumbled to me as "it's 4:09 A.M!!" I just tell her to hop in and fall back asleep because as sweet as the excitement she felt was....."nope it was not time yet!" So Three hours later she finally woke back up and insisted "Is it time yet?" and to my shock, my brown haired Munson was still sawing logs.....so poor Brooke had to do her best to make noise in order to wake him up....at 7:40 I called off the dogs and let her go wake up her brother and her dad......I think 3 hours and 45 minutes of mental waiting was enough for any 8 year old!
So Yes it was finally TIME!
Time to prop up our gingerbread house with a plastic bowl as one wall has caved in hours after making it!
FINALLY he is awake......well barely.....eyes are still straining from the light...