Growing up, my room always welcomed the bright sun in the mornings. It would glow with the opportunity of a new day and sometimes I would just lay in bed for a few more minutes soaking up the warmth of my covers.
These mornings look a little bit different but I am abosolutely loving them. Max is a great night sleeper. He goes down around 8pm wakes up for a quick 4am feeding (in which I am usually half alseep or have some nice quiet reflection time) and then he wakes up at 6am when Papa gets up.
At 6am I pull him into bed with me since the threat of Kyle’s rolling in his sleep is no longer a danger. I feed him there and then he falls back asleep for another hour. I sleep too.
Then he wakes up all cheerful and happy and he will lay there an coo while I read some morning blogs on my phone. Oh how I love mornings with him. We talk and play and I let him have some tummy time. I compliment him and call him nicknames like “Guapo,” “Bubba,” and “Little Man.”
It’s funny because a baby totally changes things. But all the changes are infinitely better.