Nearly every morning, the first thing Ian says when he wakes up is, “I’M HUNGRY.” I’m usually in the middle of something- feeding the baby, using the toilet, or, rarely, sleeping. The request gets louder and more insistent until breakfast is produced.

Last night, I:

So this morning, no yelling. No waiting. No cranky.

I couldn’t tell if he was more excited that his name was on the stuff in the fridge, or that I included juice- a special Saturday treat.