Here is a sneak peek at what mornings are like in our house:
Imagine a house at 6:30 am. It is quiet and dawn has just broken. Birds are starting to chirp.
Suddenly, Jack and Paul are both up and talking to each other. Paul is tell Jack to "Wake Up Jack." Jack is screaming "ROAR!" They are both jumping in their cribs so hard that I am not sure the bottoms will hold.
Then, down the hallway- faint knocking on a wooden door. A small voice says "Mama. Mama. You there Mama?"
Clearly it is time to get up.
I go into the boys room because it is much closer. I open the door and Pauley says "MAMA" Jack promply chimes in "Go away Mama, my want Daddy." I lift Paul out- and he is off to the lamp to turn it off. Then on. Then off. Then the radio- same story.
I go to Jack to lift him out and he pushes me away. "My want Daddy" So, I lift him out anyway- and for now, there is no tantrum. He is off to the heater to turn it off. Then on. Then off. Then, well you get the picture.
By now, my husband has made his way down the hall to Little Miss Harper's room. He opens the door and is immediately met with "No, my want Mama." And then she strong arms him out of the way. Should he lift her over her gate- she cries. Please let me describe these tears. They are the size of grapefruits. The well up IMMEDIATELY, as soon as the wrong has occured. They then make tracks down her plump little cheeks faster than you can say "Don't cry." They do not stop once mama has appeared. Her world has now been completely broken apart- nothing will ever be the same. Until you give her Dora and some Milk. Now, she doesnt even know who mama is.
Join us on Part II of this little side trip, won't you?
