My Funny Boy

P is hilarious. Everything about his affect, the tone and rhythm of his voice, the way his little brain puts things together...is just funny. The best part is he is funny in that I-am-not-even-trying kind of way. I cannot wait to see how this characteristic plays out in his life.

At 2 am when he starts yelling "Mommy, where ARE you?" I know that he will not stop until either a)He wakes up his siblings or b)I come into his room to check on him. Most nights, he's standing in his bed and I can simply say, "P, it is too early. Go back to sleep." He'll repeat, "too early" and lay down and go right back to sleep. Every now and then, I'll be greeted by my sweet boy standing in his crib, holding a blankie in each hand with, as my husband says, "his bags packed and ready to go." On these occasions he says, "Mommy, I go your bed. I want to sleep in YOUR bed." And as much as I know I should not, sleepy-exhausted-not-wanting-to-argue-at-2am Mommy picks him up and cradles him close for the trek downstairs to our room. Last night he had a bad cough & there was a noisy thunderstorm, so I relented to his 2am call.

P is an early bird. So, it came as no surprise when at 6am this morning, in the pitch dark, we were startled awake by him shouting "A-WAKE!!! A-WAKE!!!" Then, one beat later he said, "Sshhhhhhh. Be qu-iet." in exactly the same hushed tone I would. We started giggling and could not fall back asleep. Since my hubby had to get up for morning rounds anyway, he helped P out of our bed and as they were walking out of the bedroom I heard P say, "Mommy needs coffee."

Yes, she does!