"The plant is growing up to the wall!" bellowed my four year old.


"Mmm hmm," I replied, as I groggily poured myself a cup of coffee.

It's another typical morning in our house. The day started with a 6:40 wake-up call from my six-month-old baby. I fed her and before I could slip her sleepily back into her crib, my four-year-old burst into the bedroom to greet both of us.

My day has begun.

We walk downstairs together. I step over my sleepy dog, Maverick, who has made himself a cozy spot on the landing of the staircase. Every time I make this maneuver, I envision losing my footing, falling and landing on him before sliding down the stairs....
 

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