Monday, September 30, 2013

Here's to the right side of the bed

Usually around 6:30 or 7:00 I start to hear little baby sounds emanating from the room across the hall.  Thats my cue, but sometimes I can get away with a few more minutes of sleep before I get her up for the day. She kicks and coos and entertains herself while I wake myself up. She is like a tiny, happy snooze button.  When I finally get in there to pick her up, she looks you right in the eyes and give you the most sincere, and gummy, little smile.  Good morning indeed.

Sometimes she gets super excited about it all and her legs start to pump and her arms start to wave. She greets the day with everything she's got.  If your whole body isn't joyfully flailing about, I gotta say, I think you're doing mornings wrong. 


The Hargretts said...

I love the progression of the three pictures. Oh Good Morning; Happy to See you; LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!

Tanya said...

Um, she looks completely different than I remember. hahaha
So cute! I wonder what it's like to wake up that happy. Mornings are my enemy! And Nathaniel's too...