Will was in my room ready to play at 5:30 again this morning. I tried to get him to fall asleep in my bed by semi-pinning him down, resulting in a couple minutes fussing/crying (Will does not like to hold still), then an eventual poop-out with a minute of two of quiet. My hope of sneaking downstairs childless to catch up on my recorded American Idol and Lost episodes was soon disrupted when he started jabbering away and popped up, ready to go once more. A big kick in my face left me with a little bloody nose, watering eyes & the motivation I needed to rise & shine for the day.
Not a half hour later, Nate & Daisy (Nate's occasional bed-buddy-Doberman-dog-pal) came strolling down the stairs, blankies (3) in tow. The big bi-polar question of the morning? Happy or Mad? Mad. Dang. The featured breakfast this morning was English Muffins con Blueberry fruit spread. So good, I skipped my traditional Lucky Charms and went for a muffin myself. Nate decided to try to chuck his on the floor (saved by a quick grab from his mom) and was sent back up to his room to start the day over again.
So, here we are. Nate has readjusted his attitude & has brought a book down and we're snuggling, so life is good again (for the moment). Maybe we will be going to Disneyland after all today.
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