Littlest Boo, who I still refer to as "the baby" even though he turned two last month, wakes up before anyone else is ready. Sometimes he wakes up before the whole world is ready. For a long time it was 4:45, 5:00, 5:30.
Yeah, I know.
These days he usually sleeps until close to 6:00, but now that I have said that out loud I am certain he will rise for the day at 4:30 tomorrow.
Anyhoo, all those early mornings got Hubs and I into a routine of taking turns getting up with him while the other "sleeps in" until 7:00. It actually pains me to think of 7:00 as "sleeping in," but it will probably be this way for the rest of my life, so okay.
On "my" mornings I bring the baby down and we sit on the couch cuddling and petting our cat. It's such a sweet time, until he starts shouting at me to "Pway Twains Me!" This is toddler-speak for "play trains with me, you slave to my every whim." One morning recently he started shouting something else, and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. "Atch Ports!" "Atch Ports!"
Of course I forgot to check with Hubs about what he could be asking for, but I figured it out 'round about the third morning. Turns out, "Atch Ports!" translates into "Turn on Sports Center right now, woman, just as my father does every other day." Hmph. Some days, I even almost do.