It's the weekend! With this, the great feeling Saturday morning gives. Waking up to kids jumping on the bed, apple cinnamon pancakes and fresh coffee, music blaring on the hifi, and little dancing feet. Sometimes I'm a grump and call down "The music's too loud!" but after my first cup of coffee, it seems just right. This morning Todd started with Phil Collins which was weird because I consider that "parents" music. Although I feel like I'm already musically diverse, Todd is constantly getting me to appreciate artists that I would otherwise ignore or even have an aversion to. It's been like that since we were teens. We had a pretty long discussion about Phil during dishes. I'm teaching Eve to set a table (so she can become a proper lady like me - haha). Eve called Luke back for second breakfast and he played along. Even the Cabbage Patch babies, Sully (or Phil) and Bren, got a cabbage and milk for breakfast. I don't know, is that cannibalism?