The Great Eight

There’s nothing quite like the satisfaction of waking a baby up in the morning that has kept you awake all night.

Hair all tangled, coffee calling, not sure if you’re in the realm of awake, asleep, the upside down, or the matrix. You look over, and there they are. Fast asleep. Peaceful. Like a beautiful little angel sent from the heavens. The same little angel who has some sort of internal alarm clock to wake every second hour on the dot. All. Night. Long.

You stare for a minute torn between wanting to scoop them up for cuddles, and making loud noises to remind them that night is for sleeping, or letting them sleep peacefully. But of course, one sleepy stretch, a little sigh, and your heart melts. I swear, God made them this cute so we’d survive these “little quirks” without losing our minds completely.

So you smile, you whisper “good morning,” and you carry on, because tonight? Well… we both know how that’s going to go.