Tuesday, June 28, 2011

something to file away for when I'm bouncing another newborn at 2:00 a.m. wondering why on Earth I did it ..again.

Scene: 7:15 a.m. Bed. ..Wait. I'm in bed at 7:15? Pinch me.

Brandon is bustling around the house getting ready for work while I wait to hear the first squeals and babbles from the room next door. I've been up since 6:00, forcing myself to keep going back to sleep. Thanks for that stellar Circadian Rhythm, Harper.

Oh! There she is. "Good mawwwwnin'!" I hear first. That's Harper, not Brandon.

Brandon walks into Harper's room, "Good mornin' to you, too!"

"Hi Daddy! (babble babble babble). Paci Bwankie!" (More excited babbling because due to work, he usually doesn't field the morning wake-up. This is an epic surprise for a 2-year-old.)

Brief discourse regarding toast and Dora and a backpack ensues.

Pause....... then I hear the best part of my day.

She says:

"Where's the momma?"

Vintage.

2 comments:

  1. Aww. Somebody loves her mommy :)
    Glad to connect with you on the blogosphere and excited to be following!

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