Wink Wink, Top of the Morning to You

Every morning that we're both home, we feed the girls in our bed and then spend about twenty minutes enjoying the warm, mushy queen bed/down comforter/pillow pile playground. We sing songs and play games and encourage tumbling and wrestling (as long as it doesn't involve digging fingers into eye sockets or pulling hair).  When the girls begin attempting swan dives off the bed, John and I declare in unison, "Time to release the hounds!" and they both get a swift flight to the living room floor to resume their morning antics.