Time for Sleep

Call me Mother of the Year.

Today begat new adventures in the life of Peanut. Somewhere, surely, grandparents are laughing.

The day began at the obscene hour of 5:30 a.m. It's obscene because Baby the Second has a habit of kicking me awake (literally) at 4:00 a.m. For once, Peanut was not the first to herald the day. Doggy Luke received that dubious honor. Boomer got up to escort Doggy to his morning chase-the-rabbits-and-sniff-the-yard experience and was heard muttering "if you wake the kid I will kill you". No sooner than Doggy and Boomer come back to bed, Peanut decides to blast us awake at full volume. He stood in the middle of our room and bellowed "MORNING, MOM AND DAD!!" Sadly, he could not understand why we were less than amused by this. The greeting was followed by an hour's worth of "go back to sleep, Peanut; it's too early to be awake."

Boomer got his revenge later. After Peanut fell asleep in the car on the way home, he and Boomer both took naps this afternoon. Boomer came into Peanut's room and gently told him it was time to wake up. Peanut opened one eye, looked at Boomer, and stated the obvious:

"It's too early, Daddy. Go back to your room, and go to sleep."

And Boomer had to stifle his laughter. Peanut was eventually lured out of bed with the promise of his water table and sandbox (not necessarily in that order). A grand time was had by all. Hopefully, Peanut has learned why 5:30 is not an acceptable wake-up time. Somehow, I have my doubts.

Call me Mother of the Year.