mornings are hard

Sam sent this to me. It's a fairly accurate depiction of what it's like getting our two boys out the door most mornings. Rowan is in full potty training. This consists mainly of him taking off his pants at inopportune times and places (church, Dairy Queen) and trying to flush his toothbrush down the toilet.  And then there's his brother. I spent 15 minutes this morning asking Hopper to do various wakey things:

"Hopper, sit upright"

"Sit UP, Hopper, no more blanket"

"Hopper, you need to get out from under the blanket and put your shoes on."

"Hopper, put your shoes on"

"Hopper, UPRIGHT and put your shoes on."

"Ok Hopper, time to  put your shoes on, I'm serious."

"Hopper, Up and To the Door."

"Hopper, SHOES then DOOR."

"Now, Hopper."

"HOPPER AUGUSTUS HOVLAND FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY WHY ARE YOU WALKING BAREFOOT TOWARDS THE BACK OF THE HOUSE??"

 His response?

"oh, are you talking to me?"

gah.