I love my kids. I really do. But not so much at 5:15 in the morning. That’s when Leo decided to wake up today. I thought I could get him to play nicely in his room until say, 6am but no go. He started with the banging. Don’t ask me what he was banging, but he was making a lot of noise. And at about 5:18, guess who started crying?
I put Leo in our bedroom to watch Sesame Street while I got dressed and put my makeup on. Ellie whined in her crib. When he’s not annoyed by her crying, Leo seems to feel genuine concern for Ellie and will go to her to try to console her, often bringing a toy or other book. A few minutes into the whining he rushed to her side and pointed to the crib, indicating he wanted to get in. Fine. They actually play quite nicely in there (though I kept an eye on them at all times from the bathroom).
It was nice not having to rush around (we were all dressed and downstairs by 6am--hey, only AN HOUR ahead of schedule. It was nice to have a few extra minutes to hang out with the kids. But.
Ellie fell asleep in the car on the way to daycare which she never does.
I am fantasizing about my own nap time.
It’s going to be a long Monday.
Pictured above: Ellie demonstrating her cruising skills over the weekend and Leo demonstrating his snacking skills. Check out the last one (and please pay no mind to the dried sweet potato face; I was just about to clean her, honest). Anyway, Look Ma! No hands! And don't miss her Michael Jordan Reach For the Coffee Table Move.
The walking. Oh how I am already dreading the walking.
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