Let me tell you about my new favorite time of day, which would surprise anyone who knows me well. It is morning, and I am definitely not a morning person. I still dread getting up after I always stay up too late doing stuff like this, but now I have a new motivation: You, my babies. I drag myself out of bed and my first thought is when can I sleep again? And how long it has been since I was able to sleep, and sleep, and sleep until I couldn't sleep anymore. I look at the baby monitor and see if you are awake or not. There are a series of lights on it one light blinking means all is silent in your room. Then there are waves of light (like a graphic equalizer) that measure the sound coming from your room. I actually know what pattern it makes when you are just babbling verses full-fledged crying. Sometimes I can even tell which baby is talking or crying by those lights. Sometimes it is tempting to go back to sleep when all is quiet, but I have learned that you reap what you sow almost immediately when parenting. If I let you sleep too long, the rest of the day will be messed up with meals crowded too close together and no afternoon nap. Grumpy Little Winker-bean Brothers you will be. So I trek downstairs to get your bottles warmed and have a quick breakfast myself. Sometimes I stop by the Internet on the way back up and cruise the headlines. Then, finally fully awake, I can get to the good part. I open your bedroom door and open the blinds. I walk over to your crib to see what contortions you have gotten yourself into throughout the night. Often you are laying on top of each other. Naim is usually still sleeping but Aaron is always wide awake. When you see me, I get a huge, toothy smile. "Good Morning!" I say, and you usually answer me back with some kind of Aaron babble or giggle.
Naim slowly starts to move and then he eventually orients himself for a few minutes and wakes up. Niam is toothless now, with just a small start of your two bottom front teeth. Niam, you will look at me grumpy and serious for a minute, and then your face explodes into the widest, biggest, toothless smile imaginable. Then I have both of my babies smiling at me, with the sun shining down from the window onto your faces. It is such a fun silly time. I usually get Aaron up and dressed first, because he has been awake the longest. I love picking you up and holding you in the morning because you always act like I've done the most amazing thing. Like I am the one responsible for the sun rising. You usually give me a hug and then look down at Naim, like, "Look at me, I got to get up and held first." You give him a mischievous grin. You both are so cuddly and usually smell so good in your soft jammies. You are so bright eyed and happy in the morning.
Those few moments are the best, and I get them everyday. I know it won't last forever, but right now, I'm enjoying your morning sunshine.
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