I’m not a morning person. I wish I were. It seems like morning people get so much more done in the day, and I’m impressed by their ability to face the day head-on, rather than head-down-on-my-pillow, as I tend to do.
I don’t know yet whether the girls will be morning people or not, since their early-hour attitudes seem to fluctuate based on the weather, or the phase of the moon, the state of my hair, or some combination of the three. But I’m holding out hope that they’ll be strong enough to shake off their inherited sleepyhead genes and greet the world with a good deal more vim and vigor than I can usually muster.
As long as that “vim” waits to manifest itself until at least 7:30 a.m.
Becky (far crib): “Mom, what on earth do you think you’re doing with that camera at this hour?”
Susie: “I’m ready for my close-up any time.”
Becky: “Did someone say breakfast?”
Love those sleepy-time pictures! Makes me wish I could be there to greet them in the morning…..Oh, that’s right; they were the ones who usualy greeted me in the morning.
There is something so precious about a half awake, half asleep child.
Love to you all!
Grammie