Good Friends and Early Mornings

Here's proof to show that we met up with Kyle and Michelle in Utah.  This is the whole crew, if you include Michelle's shadow in the lower left-hand corner.  We're both kicking ourselves for not capturing a picture of the two of us.  We're good friends, I promise.

When we grow up, the Browns want to be just like these folks...

In other news, I've survived the first few days of senior year.  The Little Dude, on the other hand, isn't doing as well.  We tried to wean him into an earlier schedule by putting him to bed a little bit earlier everyday the last few days.  This morning was our first early morning.  He decided it was to early for breakfast.  He fell asleep in Grannie's car amidst errands.  He slept for at least three hours when he got home.  When he woke up he said it was not time to eat.  I asked him if he wanted to play?  No.  Did he want to read stories?  No.  Did he want to go back to bed?  Ya.  So back to bed he went, where he laid for another half hour before deciding it was time for dinner.  He was kinda grouchy the rest of the evening and went to bed without much trouble at 6pm.  Poor guy.  Hopefully his little body will transition in the next few days.  There's no getting around  the yucky early morning schedule.