Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Most mornings I lay in dazed stupor on the couch balancing a cup of water and a bowl of weetbix.
Add a snuggled up as tight as she can get baby with an open mouth like a baby bird waiting for her cereal.
This new little routine only started a couple of months ago. But boy was I getting SICK OF IT.
I shouldda realised it was coming soon. All my other girls did the same around this age. And continue for a year or two.
Early Rising Bah!
Sweet little N doesn't talk much yet. She yabbers on though with lots of uh uh oh oh - demands like we're meant to know what she's talking about. She can say Mum, No, Mine, Plane.
On one cool dark morning while constantly trying to snuggle into a soft part of me she looked into my eyes and placed a hand on my cheek and said "MINE"
Lucky for her.