I don’t think I would mind getting up this early if it was warm out. If I could her the little birds sing their morning songs through open windows. If we could eat our waffles out on the deck, already warm with sunshine.
I am aware that to some seven o’clock is, in fact, late, but around he we are night owls. It sounds all nice to say I’ll be in bed by ten but that can be hard when I don’t get home from work until after nine and I’m starving. Even if I do get to sleep at a reasonable hour, I don’t sleep well enough for it to count. A natural sleep cycle is an hour and a half. I’m up every 45 minutes. Exhaustion results.
It’s a bit harder this morning as my little butter bean went to her 1 year physical yesterday, and with this comes vaccinations. Now this tiny person has some serious affinity for my leg. Worse than two electrons. With constant whining. I’m thankful for strings on my hooded sweatshirt and the poor dog who is trying to take (unsuccessful) naps in the bit of sunshine on the carpet. They keep her from not crying for more than twenty seconds. Hopefully she will be herself later- after we both take naps.
She is a whopping 17.5 pounds and is 27 inches tall. The doctor said we should be able to put her in a front-facing carseat when she goes to college. She has started to say some things, like ‘kitty’ and ‘hi daddy’ and ‘doggy’ and Scott swore she repeated ‘I love you’ twice the other night. I’m sure ‘no’ won’t be far behind.
For now I’ll think of these early mornings as preparation for daylight saving time to start, which is the weekend after this one. That only means we are closer to being able to have our early morning breakfasts in the warm outdoors.
P.S. Thank you for all of the congratulatory posts. It makes me so happy that there are many who are excited for us! ♥ Andria
