Mornings. They come too early...especially Friday mornings. Part of me Thursday night is thinking "it's almost the weekend...which means I get to sleep in soon so I'll just stay up extra late", but for some reason that doesn't help me Friday morning.
But this does.
Solomon is always my first to wake up. Always. Since-the-day-he-was-born. He has some internal alarm clock that goes off hours before anyone else's in the house. We decided to keep him anyways.
When he was an infant I'd put his bouncy seat in my bed and go back to sleep. When he was a baby I'd put him in the pack and play and let him watch an episode [...or two] of Blues Clues. Now, with three, they just get into too much trouble. So when they're up...more or less...I have to be up too. Before Moses was born he would crawl into bed with me at 7am and just lay next to me for a little bit letting me wake up and his first two words for the day would always be "Juice" "Blues". Lately, it's "Juice" "Bibleman".
This week's You Capture photo subject was "Mornings".
I took these [unposed] pictures this morning.
We wake up. We snuggle with Mommy.
We kiss. We pick our nose. We pass gas.
We yawn. We crawl. We try to avoid getting sat on.
We are babygated in.
This is the only way Mommy can get Moses to nurse without being fully distracted by two toddlers competing for his attention.
[and Mommy can read a few blogs]
We leave precious presents for Mommy on...
I gave all my burp cloths away with the other two, but Moses has proved to be quite the
Nation strips off all his clothes and wears only his underwear.
[thank you 9-year-old Uncle Noah for teaching him this]
We jump from bed to bed while Mom cleans up.
We ask mommy so nicely she can't say no...
...to [broken] lightsaber fights.
And that, my friends, is a morning in my life.