4.15 a.m. is a fine time for
- meteor showers
- bedtime after the after party
- making the donuts
It is not, however, a good time for a two-year-old to wake up.
But try telling Jewel that. You’ll get her favorite reponse: No! That might be followed with another of her favorites: Go away, Daddy! (You can replace “Daddy” with your name. Or, if she doesn’t know your name, replace “Daddy” with “you” or “man” or “woman.”)
Honestly, I wouldn’t care so much if her crib weren’t 18 inches from my side of the bed. Have I mentioned how we need to move out of our phone-booth-sized condo?
This morning, Mama and I were serenaded with Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star several times, thoughts on the state of pacifiers in the crib and the locations of all her friends in the crib, particularly Bug, which is her new favorite stuffed animal.
Last night, as she was (theoretically) going to sleep we were treated to several rounds of the Aleph Bet song. Don’t tell me that kids don’t learn through play: Jewel has learned the entire Hebrew alphabet…er…alephbet just by listening to 3B sing it.
But, back to my point…nighttime serenade: OK. Morning serenade: OK–after morning arrives.
For the record, I checked with Santa Claus and he says 4.15 doesn’t count as morning. So, you can get up then if you want…if you don’t want any gifts.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.