Happy Birthday Bekah

So, Gwyn has been very excited about Bekah's birthday. She insisted we get balloons and decorate the house, and has been very involved in the planning. She woke me up early on Mother's Day to make breakfast, which was fun (crepes and waffles, since M & G couldn't decide), and she was intent on doing it again. So, this time, I tell her "Don't come bursting into my room, because you'll wake both of us up and mom wants to sleep in on her birthday. Just come in and don't say anything and shake me to wake me up."
So this morning she loudly flings open our door, flooding the room with light. Then she tiptoes over to me and gently shakes me.
Me, groggily, "Gywn, what time is it? What does the clock say?" (It's not visible from my side).
"Five, one, zewo."
"Um, I don't think we need to get up quite yet. Let's try sleep a little more."
So she climbs over me and into bed between us and snuggles up. Then, every five or ten minutes (just as I've drifted back to sleep), she asks, "Is it time to get up yet?"
But since Bekah is a lighter sleeper and not getting any much (any) sleep either, at "six, two, zewo," or so, I get out of bed to make breakfast. I ask Bekah, "Any requests?"
"Something that takes an hour to make?"
They didn't take quite an hour, but we had some wicked good, whole wheat aableskivers.
Happy Birthday Bekah. We love you.