The Toddler woke me up at 6:30 this morning. I was very cranky about the early wake up call and stuck a bowl of Cookie Crisp (The Man had left the box on the counter, as always) and a bottle of water in his paws and plopped him in front of “Ehmo” which is Nemo, not Elmo. I tried to go back to bed, but it didn’t take long for him to realize where I went and he got back in bed and started using random remote controls to mess with the television in the bedroom. He had managed to cause it to do this “flip…….flip…..flip……flip” thing that I tried to ignore until he SAT ON MY HEAD in order to get more comfy.
So I’m UP! God! I’m up!
