Sleepyhead, Earlybird
I am not a morning person. I just am not. I never have been. My mother told me that once I had a child, that would change me. It hasn't. I'm a heavy sleeper, and it takes me forever to regain consciousness in the morning. My husband Dave isn't much of a morning person either.
Our son, (to be known as "Little Man," or LM for short), on the other hand, is an up-and-at-'em kind of kid. We have found ways to co-exist (Dora and PBS have helped, as have winning him over to the glory of the last-minute morning snuggle) but now that LM is 6, and a bit mischievious, there are all sorts of ways that he can "get into things" that he couldn't when he was smaller. He has figured out that until I become fully awake, there's all kinds of fun things to do when Mommy isn't watching.
Like taking yarn and winding it all over the living room a la Howard Hughes in The Aviator.
Or "making breakfast." Juice, milk, and cheerios everywhere, and a very happy dog.
Or testing out Daddy's Swiss Army knife on the family room couch (that was a scary one.... nobody got hurt, well, except the couch: I was able to save it, but I doubt I'll have a career as a plastic surgeon anytime soon, unless you're in the market for a "pirate scar" look...)
Or this morning, "Mommy, I watched the movie that you and Daddy were watching last night." OMG, what did we watch last night? Think, think! Caffeine-jonesing neurons, arise! Well, maybe in this moment, we're fortunate that 11 years of marriage, a couple of careers, and a Wednesday night have cooled the Valentine's Day flames a teensy bit. The pick of the night was a PG sci-fi out of the RedBox at Hannaford, but nonetheless not my first choice for a 6-year-old.
My husband says he would have done all the things that Little Man does, except that he had tattletale brothers to stop him. LM doesn't have that... just the opposite, I think the dog is a co-conspirator! I try to be vigilant, I do, but aside from propping up my eyelids with toothpicks, or getting Dave to taze me into consciousness, there's only so much I can do. I'll react in a heartbeat to a loud noise, but the "too quiet," well, it'll get me every time....
Our son, (to be known as "Little Man," or LM for short), on the other hand, is an up-and-at-'em kind of kid. We have found ways to co-exist (Dora and PBS have helped, as have winning him over to the glory of the last-minute morning snuggle) but now that LM is 6, and a bit mischievious, there are all sorts of ways that he can "get into things" that he couldn't when he was smaller. He has figured out that until I become fully awake, there's all kinds of fun things to do when Mommy isn't watching.
Like taking yarn and winding it all over the living room a la Howard Hughes in The Aviator.
Or "making breakfast." Juice, milk, and cheerios everywhere, and a very happy dog.
Or testing out Daddy's Swiss Army knife on the family room couch (that was a scary one.... nobody got hurt, well, except the couch: I was able to save it, but I doubt I'll have a career as a plastic surgeon anytime soon, unless you're in the market for a "pirate scar" look...)
Or this morning, "Mommy, I watched the movie that you and Daddy were watching last night." OMG, what did we watch last night? Think, think! Caffeine-jonesing neurons, arise! Well, maybe in this moment, we're fortunate that 11 years of marriage, a couple of careers, and a Wednesday night have cooled the Valentine's Day flames a teensy bit. The pick of the night was a PG sci-fi out of the RedBox at Hannaford, but nonetheless not my first choice for a 6-year-old.
My husband says he would have done all the things that Little Man does, except that he had tattletale brothers to stop him. LM doesn't have that... just the opposite, I think the dog is a co-conspirator! I try to be vigilant, I do, but aside from propping up my eyelids with toothpicks, or getting Dave to taze me into consciousness, there's only so much I can do. I'll react in a heartbeat to a loud noise, but the "too quiet," well, it'll get me every time....
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