The Sounds of Silence

Silence is a very temporary thing here in Hornerdom. Yes. It was nice and quiet and peaceful about fifteen minutes ago and the birdies were singing and chirping and the cool breeze of the morning was drifting in the window. The Ingrid woke up and joined me in getting ready for the day. She is magically clean and WAS quiet. We then discovered Anna on the couch curled up in a blanket. We decided we wanted Martin to make french toast so Stefan, who was already up went upstairs to blow my Vuvuzela in the boys faces. Of course they were arguing over who could blow the horn. Ingrid's screaming was louder than the horn. Ah.....the pleasantries of morning with nine plus one kids in the house.