Recently our early mornings have looked like this:
Ben wakes up to eat
Ben falls back asleep
Momma starts to doze off.
Footsteps down the hall.
Little boy climbing into our bed.
Little boy snuggles in between us and pretends to be sleeping.
Husband gets up to get ready for work.
Little boy goes into his room and proceeds to bring 101 toys and books into our bed.
Little boy uses my comatose body as train track and reads me books.
Husband leaves for work chuckling.
Little boy stares at me until I open my eyes.
Did I mention this all starts at about 4 am?
Someone get me a Trenta!