Saturday Morning

Anyone who knows me, knows that I am NOT a morning person. I believe there were years of my life that I didn't even know a time before noon existed (I'm still in denial). Having a kid has kind of changed that... and I might never forgive him for losing out on my beloved sleep (I kid, I kid -- err maybe).

So waking up at 9am on a Saturday morning? Not exactly on my list of favorite things to do, but Gaius sure does love it. The fact that I even managed to roll out of bed and function to some small degree is proof that I love that kid.

So yesterday after I came to the conclusion that there was no way he was going to go back to sleep, I forced myself out of bed. We ate breakfast -- by which I mean that I had a cup of coffee while I fed him oatmeal & apples. We proceeded to play for awhile and then settled down on the sofa to watch some Sesame Street on netflix (a godsend, by the way).




Sesame Street managed to hold his attention far longer than anything we've tried up until this point and even I enjoyed watching it. Is that embarrassing? Maybe. I don't care care -- I dug it.



Then Dad came home from work and all was right with the world again.



(I know, I know I shouldn't complain about an 8-9am wake-up call, but seriously, if you know me, you understand how painful this really is.)