Morning Snapshot

Grover's at the bottom of a stairwell, wearing a white t-shirt and yelling "Stella" while Asher watches, nonplussed.

Leah's chomping on a wooden train. I'm frantically throwing things together to get out the door, and Sarah's taking a lukewarm shower.

We've all been up since 5:30 a.m.

What's your morning like?