Your parents need their sleep. Go away.

Ane has been getting up around 7 each morning, and then she will climb into bed between the Webmaster and myself. It’s usually a pretty good alarm clock for the Webmaster, who is supposed to be getting up around that time. And he almost always gets her set up with a read-along story before he leaves to give me just a few more minutes of peace before Tad wakes up, except on those rare mornings when she falls back asleep in our bed.

This morning, she crawled into our bed and wriggled her way under the covers. The Webmaster slept through the whole thing, but I woke up and squinted at the clock.

It wasn’t even 6 am yet.

Oh, no way.

Ane whispered, “Mommy, can you take me to the potty?” So we got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She was still dry, so that was good, and after we were finished, I said, “I think you need to go back to your own bed, sweetie.”

She protested a little, but I pointed out that it was REALLY early and Daddy needed his uninterrupted sleep (not to mention Mommy). I also told her that if she didn’t fall back asleep, it was okay, but she needed to stay in her bed and rest. “Can I have Cinderella music?” she asked. I agreed, and tucked her back in.

She must have fallen back asleep (yay!), because she didn’t come back into our room until 8, and by that time the Webmaster was awake and almost ready to leave. “Kiss me and Mommy good-bye,” I heard her tell him.

When we heard Tad talking to himself in his crib, I gave her permission to go into his room and talk to him until I could find my slippers. When she left, I relished a few extra seconds of quiet, until I heard her rattling the crib bars and yelling, “YOU ARE A TOY!” at her brother.

Did I mention that she just received the Toy Story read-along recently?

This entry was posted on Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007 at 9:34 am and is filed under Children.
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