In the deepest of sleep, I think I hear a grunt or two...then a little squeal. I glance at the clock: 3:58 am. More grunting with a little cry. I let it go a few minutes, hearing lots of grunting and rustling of blankets, starting to turn into a cry. I roll out of bed and slowly creep into her room to peek over the side of her crib. In the faintest of light, her worried chubby face quickly turns in my direction like she's been "caught". I stare at her for a second, well...let's just call it what it is...I glare at her for a second. And her eyes quickly change shape and she gives me one of her squinty-eyed toothless grins, and sticks her tongue out (similar to what you see in the photo). She's happy I'm there, and is ready for the day to begin! ....greeeeeeaaaaaat.
Amelia's sleeping schedule is somewhat "off". She can't seem to stay up past 6:30 pm...and she sleeps about 10 hours (don't worry, still getting up to eat a couple times). You do the math. She is fired up, sqealing, happy and ready to be out of the crib for some "infant excercise and stimulation" at 4 am. I don't actually mind it that much because I know it's only temporary and she'll get it figured out one of these days. Plus Grant saves me at around 5 am whenI can go back to bed while they cuddle under a blankie on the couch and watch a little Sesame Street. During the day I think about that early morning, and for some insane reason look forward to our next 4 am date :)
That smile is about the only thing I would get up that early for...that, and maybe a cookie.
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Interesting how a little grunt or tiny squeak can instantly rouse the mommy from the deepest sleep ever! That little person has the invisible string in her hand ... all she has to do is tweak it!
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