Sleepyheads
It shouldn’t be a surprise that my kids like to sleep – I know it’s definitely in the genes; but sometimes it’s a fact best kept under wraps, sleep being the holy grail of parenting. And it’s really nice to have some extra zzz’s on the weekend.
On the weekdays, my sleepyheads alternatively amuse and provoke. My husband leaves for work at 6:15, so I do the bulk of the morning scramble. He does wake up Tommy, though, and gets him dressed then ushers him downstairs. Which you think would be enough to keep him awake – except it’s not. Pretty much anytime I get downstairs with the baby, Tommy is passed out on the couch or rocking chair.
So I get myself up and ready (while Tommy snoozes downstairs) and then go to Lexy’s room to get him up and ready. It doesn’t seem to matter how much noise I make, he is still passed out in his crib. I rub his head, tickle his feet, pat his back and talk to him. He ignores me and snoozes on. Eventually, he opens his eyes, looks at me and then turns his head the other way. More mommy harassment ensues until he is awake enough to sit up and for me to pick him up and get him going.
Then it’s downstairs to wake Tommy up and feed them both before a spritely hop out the door and into the real world. As cute as all this morning snoozing is, I am already wary of them as teenagers. Not so easy to pick up and get dressed, then, eh? Time to invest in some alarm clock stock!
