Lately, Steve has been mimicking the humming birds and waking up in song. He sings random, cheesy, pop songs that he hears at the gym and mixes them all togethe, adding his own nonsensical words. I can only wonder how he wakes up so happy. While he is crooning away, I am still groaning and trying to open my crusty eyes. I look over at him and his huge hair and bright eyes and can't help but laugh. The sad part about this story is that no one else will ever get a chance to hear his lovely singing voice unless I secretly record him. Oooh, that's a great idea!