Tonight while kidlet and I were looking through an animal picture book, he saw a shark and said, “That shark will eat me all up! And then I won’t have you, and I will be sad.” And he made a pouty face and actually shed a tear. Cue: Awwwwwwwww.
I told him that sharks didn’t eat little children and if one ever tried I would make sure that it didn’t eat him. And he turned around (he was sitting on my lap), gave me a big hug, and said, “It’s so good to have you back. I love you.”
He slays me.
This is how we spend most every afternoon after getting home from daycare.
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I’m not a morning person. Never have been. I married a morning person. Maude love him. My child is a morning person. Maude help me.
Our M,W, Th, and Fri morning routine is actually very sweet, disparate morning preferences notwithstanding:
Kidlet wakes up somewhere between 5:30 a.m. and 6:30 a.m. (UGH). Either I, or kidlet’s dad will go retrieve him from his room and bring him into our bed where he will nurse for a little while. (I am able to lie there mostly half-asleep.) Then his dad takes him and gets him dressed and breakfasted. I stay in bed and attempt to sleep.
When it’s time to take kidlet off to daycare he will receive instruction to, “Go say bye-bye to Mama,” and I’ll hear him come into the bedroom where he might climb onto the bed to give me a kiss, and say, “Bye-bye, Mama.” Or he’ll be carried into the room to say goodbye and blow me kisses.
I love that most mornings he is happy and excited to go off to daycare. I also love that I married someone who is sympathetic of my desire to catch a little more sleep when I can.