That’s my youngest, he’s almost 14 months and he can get into any container, open any cabinet, squeeze through an opening the size of a softball and he can scream loud enough to be heard six states away. He smiles a lot. He only likes to be held for 45 seconds at a time then he likes to be placed on the floor so that he can walk around for 45 seconds after which he wants to be held for another 45 seconds. He only likes to eat cottage cheese, when I say only, I mean it. He will put any food in his mouth roll it around, even chew it for a while but unless it’s cottage cheese, it gets spit out.
What he does do really well is sleep. At bed time you carry him to his room, lay him in bed, turn on his mobile and in a matter of minutes he’s out. Most nights he sleeps all night and he always wakes up in a good mood. When I say he wakes up in a good mood, I’m telling you, it’s a really good mood. You can hear him talking to himself after he’s awake and that’s your sign that it’s time to get him. As soon as you step foot into his bedroom he stands up in his crib, smiles the biggest 4 tooth smile you’ve ever seen, holds his hands above his head as if his favorite football team just scored a touchdown and he squeals as if you’re the first human being he’s seen in 14 months. It’s awesome!
That’s my 5-year-old. No two mornings are the same with him. He started kindergarten this year so wake up is at 6:30 am. Most mornings waking him is like poking a hibernating bear with a stick. His normal course of action is to roll over and mumble something that sounds like he’s got cotton balls in his cheeks and peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth. The first attempt to wake him never works so the next requires a little more physical contact. I usually shake him and pull the covers off. This maneuver is never the final but it does tend to draw a stern “NO” from him followed by a request for “five more minutes”. I never grant the request, he doesn’t know how long 5 minutes is anyway. My final step is to begin taking his pajamas off. Usually by the time I have his arms above his head and his shirt up around his neck he gives in and opens his eyes.
But, if by chance he wakes up on his own he’s a totally different person. Just this morning I was standing in the kitchen eating breakfast when he walked into the room and proclaimed in the sweetest 5-year-old voice you’ve ever heard “Good morning Dad, it’s a beautiful day”. When I tell you the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard, I really mean it. It would have passed for poetry, Hallmark would have paid big bucks to have been able to record him so they could use it on the inside of one of those talking greeting cards.
After I finished choking on my granola I turned to look at him and I could have sworn I saw white doves and butterflies flying around his head and he appeared to have an angelic glow about him. Talk about getting up on the RIGHT side of the bed!