Morning

Good morning my dear one,

How did you sleep? I take it you slept well, because as usual, I was forced to the edge of the bed while you kicked me in the head repeatedly. I want to thank you for peeling my eyelids open and forcibly making me greet this lovely grey day. I also want to thank you for your display of maturity and self sufficiency: going pee in your potty by yourself- gold star- you have no idea how much I relish not waking up in Lake Peerie. 

Further evidence of your rapidly developing growth and cognitive abilities includes telling me repeatedly, "It's morning. Time to get up, it's that o'clock". It was the exact reminder I needed after a restless night of little sleep and little feet digging into my vertebrae. Also, your excellent skills of communication and your decisive use of them never cease to amaze me. Such as when you told me this morning in a deadpan voice,
"I'm hungry. Make me some real food, not just snacks." I hope you consider oatmeal 'real food' because I am not about to make a three course breakfast. You can do me the favor of using those industrious little hands of yours to feed yourself so that I can nurse my cup of caffeinated beverage so that I can muster the strength to withstand your onslaught of questions the rest of today. Don't mind me- I'm just over here, giving myself a mental pep talk. 

 Remember, I'm pullin' for ya; we're all in this together.

~Momrit