That's my girl.

That's what Stone said to me as I woke up on Sunday morning.  I hadn't seen him, or Jonah, at all the day before because I was running around scrambling for a Mary Kay gig.  And then, I got to sleep in (thanks, Aron) on Sunday morning.  See, the kids are REALLY attached to me for the most part.  But after a day of not spending time with me, they get REALLY attached to Aron.  On most weekends, if I am able to sleep in (sort of), they are right at the door, opening and closing it, checking in to see if I am awake.  Especially Stone.  Especially him.  Usually, I can hear them (mostly Stone) asking Aron when I will be waking up, can they wake me up? Is it time yet? Can I go check, etc. etc.  But this Sunday was different.  I heard no little chatter of wondering about me, no open and closing of the squeaky 120 year old bedroom door, no patter outside my room.  It was lovely and earie at the same time.  And usually when I do wake up the sound of the door makes the kidlets come flying knowing that I have finally risen from what they believe is a golden slumber.  (When in fact, it's more like a toss-and-turn-flip-around-because-my-back-hurts-and-my-kids-have-been-loud-since-7am kind of sleep).  But not this day.  I woke up and was able to cross the 5 steps into the bathroom without being heard.  Finally, I heard Stone, before I could see him of course, come trampling up the stairs to use the bathroom.  I peeked my head out and there he stood, surprised to see me.  And his reaction-'Oh, oh, there's my girl.'.