Most mornings, I get up around 6AM, go to the bathroom, and put my contacts in. By the time I reach George’s room, he is standing in his crib grinning and talking, ready to start his day.<\/p>\n
This morning, he was still stretched out on his stomach with his head buried under a blanket. He’d had a busy Labor Day weekend, and hadn’t gotten his usual naps, so I could see why he was still tired. So rubbed his back and talked to him to try to wake him up nicely. He kicked a little and pulled the blanket up over him. I asked him if he was ready to get up. He answered, “No, I still ni-night.”<\/p>\n
I laughed and kept trying to wake him up nicely, and a little while later the little stinker told me, “Go way” (Go away). I asked him, “don’t you want to go to Nikki’s (his day care) today?” He was quiet for 5-10 seconds, then finally sat up and enthusiastically said, “Nikki!” I mentioned his daycare buddies Ryan and Chloe, and he was quickly ready to get going.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Most mornings, I get up around 6AM, go to the bathroom, and put my contacts in. By the time I reach George’s room, he is standing in his crib grinning and talking, ready to start his day. This morning, he … Continue reading