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Early Bird

I used to think I was a morning person.  I don't always enjoy waking up, but I do enjoy being up, especially when the majority of the world (or at least our house) is still asleep.  That has happened all of never times since our first born arrived on the scene five and a half years ago. 

It's not entirely his fault.  I may or may not have trained him to be an early riser.  In order to run with friends, we had to get an early (read 4:45 am) start.  Eventually, that time moved back to 5:00 and then 5:30, but our boy really enjoyed the 5:00 am or before time frame because it took us four years to get him sleeping until something remotely close to 6:00 am. 

He wakes up full throttle.  There is no easing into a state of wakefulness.  It could be singing or dancing or kickboxing, but if you are the sad sap that happens to still be in bed when he greets the day, you better protect your soft tissue. 

For his sake, I hope he always wakes up early with such ease...and joy.  It will serve him well in the future.  For my sake, I hope his early becomes just a tad later.  I would really love to start my morning with a hot cup of coffee and no thoughts. 

And I would prefer to do that sometime after 5:00am.     


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