<3

You can tell this whole holiday thing has blown our schedules all to hell: it's 7:33 and my alarm clock of a son is still sprawled sideways across his bed with his arms over his head and his mouth open. I didn't recognise the actual alarm when it went off this morning--thought it was some odd siren. Woke up flailing. Mark was not amused, poor guy.

So yeah.
Here's to increasing the ambient noise level in our house with happy happy Mraz music.