My child takes a nap in the mornings almost exactly two hours after she wakes up. Like clockwork.
Today she took a nap at 6:30am.
Right. And it might be the Stockholm Syndrome talking, but that’s ok. I mean, whatever. She slept through for the night and then she was up, and I was the recipient of really awesome smiles and giggles and then I went and woke up Mike by crawling into bed with the baby, chirping with a singsong voice “you’re DONE sleeping!”, a phrase we coined from a friend’s three year old that we learned as guests in their home on an extremely bright and early morning. (Done! All Done! Everyone is done sleeping!)
And Mike groaned and then starting making quacking sounds that make the baby laugh, and coffee was procured, and we sat around in our pajamas watching the baby figure out how to roll over and babble to her best friend Mr. Ceiling Fan, and anyway, happy anniversary, babe. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the morning with any other person, or in any other way.