A Conversation at 6:45 am

Baby: Blah, bla, kitty, up!, Gooo! Down. Up! Blah, bla, Ahhh, oh hai!

Husband: Oh, looks who's awake! Did you have a good sleep?

Baby: Up!

Husband: Let's snuggle!

Me: zzzzzz

Baby: Jah, bah, kitty! Up, up, UP! Eat! Down!

Husband: Do you want to come downstairs with me?

Baby: Gooo!

Me:

Husband: Okay, let's go!

Me: WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE SO LOUD?

Baby: UP! DADA UP!

Husband: Do you want some breakfast?

Husband: What should I give her?

Me: A pancake? Some cheese and some fruit? (I don't know, just go away, okthxbai)

Husband: And to dip?

Me: Put some syrup in a little bowl. But only a teeny bit, otherwise she drinks it.

Husband: Oh, I was going to give her the big, green popcorn bowl and pour the whole bottle in it.

Husband: She'd be shellacked in syrup. She'd like that, you know.

Baby: Go! Out!

Me: I'm going back to sleep. NOW.

Amazingly when I finally woke up, the house was syrup free and her sticky hands were washed.

And so the weekend starts...

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[Jessica (aka Rose)]

That sounds an awful lot like my house on the weekends... though my husband knows what to feed the kids. Or rather, I don't care what he feeds them as long as I actually get to sleep a little!
When I finally get up the kitchen looks like a war zone, but it's ok, because I actually got to sleep for two consecutive uninterrupted hours!