Isn't that how we like our wee ones to wake up in the morning? Little feet padding down the hall with an angelic grin to greet us? Au contraire. My little man wakes up that way about two times a year. The other three hundred and sixty three times goes something like this:
Me: Good morning sweetheart. Come here and give me a hug.
Moderately Grumpy: No words, just daggers for eyes.
Me: Ummm, are you feeling okay?
MG: "No"! Arms crossed and foot stamping.
Me: Oh, come here, a hug will make it better. My voice is now getting drippingly sweeter as I'm fighting impatience.
MG: Bluck! I have something in my mouth. Spits. Hacks. "HAIR", he yells. "I hate hair in my mouth"!
Now, to be honest, I do, too. I certainly hope your day is off to a brighter start than ours. ;)
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
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1 comment:
gotta love those grumpy mornings!
hope the rest of the day is better.
r
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