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"YAY seven!"

after two weeks with a household full of family, owen and i prepared for our first morning back to our routine. bedtime had been a little late saturday night, so i was thinking, wishfully, that he'd sleep at least 30 minutes beyond the normal wakeup time of 6:30am.

6:15 am rolled around and owen called out: "mommy please open door, owen want all done sleep". covering my head and pretending this wasn't happening, i heard the little voice again, "mommy, mommy, owen all done". sigh. i brought owen into our bed (john was at the telescope) and told him he had to lay quietly for "10 minutes". this is a concept he seems to understand some of the time. he was so quiet, i thought he'd fallen back asleep. nope. again, but now from much closer "all done mommy." it was now about 6:40, and i was going to continue to fight to stay in bed until 7 am (the futility of the act has prompted john to call it "fighting the wind.").

as all parents are prone to do from time to time, i decided to assign a task to occupy him while i did what i needed (lay in the darkened bedroom under the covers). i told him i needed him to quietly watch the number six on the clock and tell mommy when it turned into a seven. when it did, we'd be all done sleeping and could go eat cheerios. just as i was drifting back into sleep, with owen laying silently beside me, he BOLTED upright and shouted "YAY SEVEN! SIX MADE SEVEN! MOMMY WAKE UP!"

ahhh parenthood :)

Comments

lehpve said…
It could be worse. Andrew would wake up around 4 a.m. and be up for the day - I tried everything: brown paper on the windows, cheerios by his crib, letting him holler at me. Finally I moved him out of his crib when he was 2 1/2, put a plastic bowl of cheerios on a little table in front of the TV, a plastic pitcher of milk in the fridge to put on the cereal, and a lesson on how to turn on Sesame Street. It was like we had died and gone to heaven. Of course it ruined us for sleeping late for the rest of our lives.
Karin said…
You guys are too cute!!! I hope you had a fun Christmas and New Years!
Jacqueline said…
I totally know the feeling! They just don't get the concept that it is ok to sleep in! Right now Noah sleeps till 9am, and Jonah till 9:30 which I love, but they go to bed at 10:30! SO I get no down time!
Happy New Year!
Love, Jackie O.

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