Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Waking Up

It’s funny how having kids drastically changes your life, but doesn’t necessarily change you.  For example, I have never been a morning person.  It just takes me a while to wake up.  Rob has known though our almost 10 years of marriage not to talk to me much in the morning.  I just like the quiet and don’t want to have anything to do with trying to have a conversation.  But what happens when kids enter your life?  Not only are you waking up multiple times a night (when they are infants) but you have to be on, ready to go, the minute they wake up.  I may have adjusted (somewhat) to that, but I will always be slow to wake up.

What’s amazing is to see the kids personality in this area as well.  I think Drew sits up in bed in the morning and his eyes pop right open and he’s full of energy, ready to go.  No waking up time for him needed!  If he gets up before us, he’ll climb in bed with us for a minute or two to snuggle, but then he’s up and about talking a mile a minute  trying to figure out what game to play.  This morning was no exception.  Most mornings Rob and I  try to get up earlier, but we were both up pretty late last night for different reasons and “slept in.”  Drew was up just before 7 AM.  Within 5 minutes he had brought in a hanger for himself, a toy water gun for daddy and a toy hammer for me so we could all go on a deer hunt.  He took about 5 minutes to explain to me how the hanger was his shooter and all the things it did, including cooking the deer and shooting it into his mouth.  (What can I say, he is his father’s son.)  All that at barely   7 AM. Whew!

Tessa, on the other hand, is a girl after my own heart!  She likes to take her time to wake up and she loves being in her crib.  Most mornings and after nap-time, I may hear her talking a little bit, but that’s about it.  We go into her room, wondering if she’s okay because it’s 8:30 AM and we still haven’t heard a peep out of her, and she’s just laying there, sucking on her paci or talking to whatever stuffed animal is in her crib or her blankie.  Most mornings we have to go in and come back later because she just doesn’t want to get up yet!  Oh, to have that luxury!


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