Actually? Sunrise isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Humans were made to be sleeping at night. And night should, by law, carry on until at least 8 in the morning. Period.
My dad has always been one of those crazies who loves the morning. All growing up, he would be out the door and riding his bike downtown (a good 20k ride) by about 4 in the morning. Maybe 5, if he felt like sleeping in. He is insane. And the worst part? He's happily retired now... and still wakes up early.
Actually, I take it back. The worst part? Having him awake and phoning my house at 7 in the morning on a Saturday.
I'm pretty confident that using the telephone that early should be punishable by
Anyhoo... my little baby is now 10 weeks old. And he has decided that nights are made for partying. Wiggle. Punch daddys head. Daddy shift baby over closer to mommy. Wiggle. Punch mommy's head. Wiggle more. Claw at mommy's eyeballs since she's still sleeping. Wiggle. Gurgle. Punch. Gurgle. Cry fakely. Wiggle more. Begin to cry for real. Mommy awakens.
Baby 1. Mommy 0.
It's like my kid speaks latin... Carpe diem. Seize the day. It's his baby motto.
I wonder how I can teach him the latin for "Child, for the love of all that is holy, close your huge eyes, keep your baby fists still and stop demanding food at such an ungodly hour"?
He is a cute little man, though. You know, once the sun is up, that is.
And, he actually looks alot like me, which is kinda creepy. It's like a mini-male-me.
Picture on top is me as a baby. Picture on bottom is my
Anyway, the seagull calls.
Peace out, ya'll!