Carly started calling for PopPop at exactly 5:27. She knows where the seven should be, but she decided to forget, since she got away with it yesterday. Fortunately, due to getting about two hours of sleep on Christmas Eve, I went to bed at 8:30 so I got up with these two crazy chickens. Now we're down in the basement watching Finding Nemo. Carly is painting her nails all different colors and Bree is running around with Paul's old transformers and Uncle Matt's old Buzz Lightyear. Also, we had waffles. Only PopPop is allowed to make pancakes.