Someone in our house is clearly a morning person. I’ll give you a hint, it’s most definitely not me, G, or the dogs. Well, although sometimes Tucker just can’t hold it as long as he used to anymore, so he won’t say no to an early morning wake up call.
This morning, I woke up just before 6am to the sounds of, “No! No! No!” coming through the monitor. Prior to this, there may have been some humming or singing. I always hope that somehow my kid will talk herself back to sleep and this has happened exactly never. Yesterday, through some miracle that I’m still researching and trying to re-create, the little D slept til 8! But for the most part, mornings appear to be her favorite time of day. She rarely wakes up crying. It used to be that she’d start fussing as soon we grabbed her and keep crying until she got her morning sippy of milk. But these days, there’s not much of that either. She’ll smile happily when she sees me and ask very nicely for “mi.” She’ll wait patiently while we get it warmed up and let the dogs out. This morning, I spilled a little on the counter and she said with adorable concern, “Uh oh. Towel? Doggie?” Basically she was offering me her doggie blanket to use as a towel to wipe it up.
This morning, she had the added pleasure of a new visitor, my brother’s dog Porter, who had arrived after she fell asleep last night. She recognized him immediately. “Po-po!” She’d mostly taken to calling him “poo-poo” on his last visit, so I guess her pronunciation is getting a bit better. She cried when he didn’t come back to the bedroom with us, so I had to bribe him back with treats. And when he came in and went straight into his crate, she went to the edge of the bed, and peered into it, saying, “Peep a boo.”
Recently, there have been a couple of additions to the little D’s room that’s made her even more cheerful when waking up. A clock with a dog on it, with eyes that drift back and forth as the clock ticks-tocks. Also, a hanging, storage thing with a purple cow on it. The kid approves of the new decor. When she wakes up from naps, we’ll hear her cry out “Doggie. Hi. Cow. Hi.” We didn’t realize at first that she was talking to the new inanimate objects on her wall. When we’d finally go in to grab her, she’d still be at it.
Most mornings, she hangs out patiently while I shower, playing with random toys on the bathroom floor. After, we brush our teeth together. She watches me lotion up and does the same for herself a few minutes later when I start dressing her for daycare. Yesterday, she rode back and forth on her lady bug in the kitchen, “helping” me put away the dishes.
It’s hard not to be charmed. But man, is it too much to ask that she be this cheerful maybe about half hour later?
This morning, I woke up just before 6am to the sounds of, “No! No! No!” coming through the monitor. Prior to this, there may have been some humming or singing. I always hope that somehow my kid will talk herself back to sleep and this has happened exactly never. Yesterday, through some miracle that I’m still researching and trying to re-create, the little D slept til 8! But for the most part, mornings appear to be her favorite time of day. She rarely wakes up crying. It used to be that she’d start fussing as soon we grabbed her and keep crying until she got her morning sippy of milk. But these days, there’s not much of that either. She’ll smile happily when she sees me and ask very nicely for “mi.” She’ll wait patiently while we get it warmed up and let the dogs out. This morning, I spilled a little on the counter and she said with adorable concern, “Uh oh. Towel? Doggie?” Basically she was offering me her doggie blanket to use as a towel to wipe it up.
This morning, she had the added pleasure of a new visitor, my brother’s dog Porter, who had arrived after she fell asleep last night. She recognized him immediately. “Po-po!” She’d mostly taken to calling him “poo-poo” on his last visit, so I guess her pronunciation is getting a bit better. She cried when he didn’t come back to the bedroom with us, so I had to bribe him back with treats. And when he came in and went straight into his crate, she went to the edge of the bed, and peered into it, saying, “Peep a boo.”
Recently, there have been a couple of additions to the little D’s room that’s made her even more cheerful when waking up. A clock with a dog on it, with eyes that drift back and forth as the clock ticks-tocks. Also, a hanging, storage thing with a purple cow on it. The kid approves of the new decor. When she wakes up from naps, we’ll hear her cry out “Doggie. Hi. Cow. Hi.” We didn’t realize at first that she was talking to the new inanimate objects on her wall. When we’d finally go in to grab her, she’d still be at it.
Most mornings, she hangs out patiently while I shower, playing with random toys on the bathroom floor. After, we brush our teeth together. She watches me lotion up and does the same for herself a few minutes later when I start dressing her for daycare. Yesterday, she rode back and forth on her lady bug in the kitchen, “helping” me put away the dishes.
It’s hard not to be charmed. But man, is it too much to ask that she be this cheerful maybe about half hour later?
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