A Small Motorcycle

At 12:15 last night a small child appeared in our doorway.  Which kind of freaked us out, as he has NEVER, EVER gotten out of bed and come in to our room.  So John scooped him up and brought him in to bed for a while, as we tried to figure out what was wrong.  He said that a small motorcycle woke him up.  Hmmm.  OK.  Time to go back to bed.

Some time, either later last night when John took him back to bed or this morning when the boys got up, John asked again what woke Dexter up.  A small motorcycle, he replied.  The sound was coming from Mama and Daddy's room, so he came to investigate.  And then John burst out laughing and fell on the floor, trying to breathe.  Apparently the small motorcycle is Mama.  Snoring.  Really loud.

John is really hoping that the snoring subsides when the baby arrives.  It doesn't bother me at all - I sleep right through it.  But apparently it is affecting the quality of sleep of the entire household.  Sorry, boys!

Couple pictures from today, and a video from soccer.

Soccer jumping jacks (click for video)

Dex and Daddy went to pancake breakfast at the airport, and apparently Dexter got to sit in the seat of a very tiny airplane.  Not this one.

The boys watching football after dinner tonight.