Get Out

Lm does not like to be woken up in the morning until he is ready to get up. He's nocturnal like his mother, and enjoys sleeping in. This is a blessing for me, especially on the weekends, but during the week it's not easy to get him up. Above is a pic of him as a baby and even then he did not want to be disturbed from his slumbers!

I'm not what you'd call a cheery morning person, unlike my mother who would come in clapping and singing "Rise and Shine" when I was little. So this morning I go into Lm's room, my hair all askew, half bent over in slumber, eyes at half mast and my throat like a frog's to say, "It's time to get up" full of dread.

He looked so comfy there clutching his monkey blanket and when he finally cracked his eyes open he goes, "Get out" and pointed for me to leave. He slays me, indeed! As my mom likes to say, the apple has not fallen far from the tree.

Yesterday we had a scary incident. I was taking the boys to the park since for once it was a nice weather weekend, when my brakes stopped working altogether as we were about to pull out onto the highway! To keep from driving into the middle of oncoming traffic I had to throw the gear shift in Park and am now awaiting the lovely call from my mechanic to see what the bill will be. Am just glad though it didn't happen on the highway instead of the gravel road! When we got home, my sweet Lky said, "Mommy, I'm sorry your car is broke," and threw his arms around me. My sweet, empathetic little boy! Now, why aren't MEN this way??