An Interrupted Afternoon

One of the boys was up at about 5:30, 5:45 this morning, fussing at the door. I think it was Fawkes. Well, I want to say it was Fawkes because this happens more with him, but something’s telling me it was Phoenix. I can’t say for sure. Tristen can though. She woke up before I …

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