This morning I had a bit of a rude awakening.

I was sleeping on the floor under Oliver’s crib. When he woke up, he decided to try and reach the enormous duplo house on the book shelf. He had…just…managed to reach it when *BOOM* he dropped it on my face, where it shattered into a million pieces (or 20).

There are probably worse ways to wake up than a duplo house exploding on your face from about 6 feet up, but not a lot.