Nowadays, she springs herself. Usually still at around 7 a.m. on the dot, which is perfect from a logistics standpoint but generally about two hours earlier than I would want to wake up based on how Bo is currently sleeping (or not) at nighttime. As far as I can tell, her morning routine consists of getting out of bed and looking for some number of toys with which to delight me and Bo (or me, Bo, and the mister on weekends) before exiting her room and then making a beeline for the stairs.
How do I wake up in the morning?
I wake up daily to the sounds of stomping and squeaky-voiced counting. ZERO. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR... all the way up to a triumphant ELEVEN! At which point, I have usually pulled the blanket up over my sleepy head and so I will either hear the muffled sound of my bedroom doorknob turning or the muffled sound of the doorknob itself slamming directly into the wall after a gargantuan push because we still have not installed a doorstop in our no-longer-new bedroom.
This is why every morning involves a singsong numerical narrative:
Now P. has officially arrived and begins to explain why on this day she has brought a stuffed dog, the world's smallest t-rex, a microscopic bouncy ball, one Strawberry Shortcake shoe, and a "cuddly worm" before putting it all on the end of the bed and waiting for me to lift the covers so she can climb in. This morning, in particular, I was reminded of a time not so long ago when she would need to be pulled up onto the bed because it was simply too tall for her to scale.
She is warm in footie pajamas and snuggles close to me on my right, relaxing herself into my curves. I will miss this someday. On my left, Bo has by now opened his eyes - if he wasn't already awake and gabbing to himself while I feigned sleep - and is grabbing handfuls of my hair in his fat little fists. He tugs, harder than you'd expect, in sharp little pulls that make me think he's ringing for service.
Hey! (tug) You! (tug) Get a boob over here, stat! (tug) I don't have all day! (tug tug tug)
P. will eventually decide "That's enough cuddling, mama." Bo will start to fuss. And then, after having both greeted the day, my two children greet each other.
I'm tired. So tired. But as much as I might like another two hours of sleep, I think I like this current wake up routine, hair pulling and all, even more.
How do you wake up in the morning?