Growing up, we always loved my Mom's bed. Of course, it was Dad's bed too, but we always called it Mom's bed. Even at Nana's or Blano's, there was something comforting about climbing up on the big bed. There still is. So today I add lazy mornings to one of the billion reasons that I'm thankful to stay home right now. These days Max and Ella get up around 5:15 (early when you have nowhere to be), BUT it's also one of the sweetest times of the day. Mike is up getting ready for work and they call out from their cribs. With their eyes still closed they demand 'milk pees.' Mike gets them their milk and delivers them to our soft, cozy bed then heads out the door for a long day of work (Thank you! Thank you!) Warm inside the house, we pull up the covers and turn on Timmy Time. This is the good stuff.