Mornings

I know, I know I'm slacking on this blog thang. Save the lectures (SARAH). But this photography "business" is eating up all my free time. And C still isn't napping consistently so each day I never know how much time I'm going to get to check things off my ever growing to-do list.

But let's get back to the point of this post: mornings.

I'm not a morning person. Anyone who knows me well knows this. Especially my fam. I need AT LEAST 30 minutes to wake up. This means: don't say more than 3 words to me, give me a diet coke and some food, let me be. In high school my mother was notorious for 20+ questions AS SOON AS I came up from the basement (granted, it was probably like noon but whatever. My room was in the basement and it was a cave down there. One could sleep for days). I would respond in a very non-loving way and so our day would begin on great terms. Now B has had to learn this about me. C hasn't caught on yet. Hoping he gets the memo soon. While I'm not a morning person at 6:00 a.m. or 8:00 a.m. or anytime before noon really, I'm especially not a morning person at 3:00 a.m. which is when C woke up 2 nights ago and was wide awake. I was like, um no. This is not happening son. I tried bouncing him and he wasn't having it. He wanted to chat and I did not. So I laid him in his crib to think about what he was doing and have some quiet time. We must've had a little miscommunication because he thought I meant cry for an hour. Totally not what I meant but that's fine. At 4:00, whilst still crying, B bounced him and he cooperated this time. My days are long enough as it is with this stupid heat and being on lock down in the house. I'm not about to begin at 3:00 a.m. H no.

But, when C has a good night and gets up at a reasonable hour, like say 8:30 a.m. I'm ever the morning person because this is what I get to spend my day with:

I absolutely LOVE when he first wakes up from a nap. One side of his face is usually red with some lines from laying on it. He's very quiet and observant. He usually let's me snuggle him for a minute. Sometimes he talks very quietly, like he's whispering. He's precious and he's getting bigger and while it makes me sad, it makes me excited to be able to watch him grow every day. Oh, and he loves food. So far he's tried (and loved): bananas, peaches, apples, avocado, and last night pears. In between bites he pants like a dog in anticipation of the next bite and then when I put the spoon in his mouth he goes "mmm!" in different octaves every time. I laugh at each one. I'll try to get a video of it.

That's all. Gotta go get something done while he's down for a few minutes.