Jon and I aren't much for sleeping-in. Mainly because mom's don't get that luxury and for Jon anything after 5am is considered sleeping-in. What we do enjoy are those relaxed, quiet moments after waking on a Saturday morning where we can just cuddle for a few minutes before tackling our day. We usually spend our weekends just hanging out around the house or running errands together. So simple, yet so much appreciated.
On Friday, October 10 I remember going to bed thinking, "Tomorrow could be our last Saturday just-the-two-of-us..." I was determined to make the most of it. Four hours later my water broke, so much for a quiet Saturday.
During the week Jack is up around 7:30am, sometimes a little later. But for some reason he's up extra earlier on weekends. Jon says it's because he knows his dad's home. Perhaps ... perhaps not. Either way, Jack has woken us up between 6-7am for the past few weekends. Usually, if I pretend like I can't hear him long enough, Jon will take the initiative to retrieve the baby while I act like I'm still sleeping. [Note: This only occurs on Saturday mornings. Jon's baby-noise-antenna does not work in the middle of the night.] We put the Jackster in between us and all snuggle up together to enjoy that last hour of sleepiness. Okay, well Jon and I try to fall back to sleep. Jack usually kicks his feet on the bed, pushes the sheets out of the way, and takes turns staring either Jon or I down while we try to catch some shut-eye.
We've warned him that this is only temporary. Someday when he's older and can get himself out of bed, he has to knock on mommy and daddy's door first. And he's not allowed to get out of bed until the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 7. And he's definitely not allowed to tip-toe up to the bed, stare at our face, and whisper "Are you awake yet?" There's no need to scare mommy first thing in the morning. But for now we're going to enjoy our snuggle-in Saturdays and somewhat-little boy we get to share them with.
On Friday, October 10 I remember going to bed thinking, "Tomorrow could be our last Saturday just-the-two-of-us..." I was determined to make the most of it. Four hours later my water broke, so much for a quiet Saturday.
During the week Jack is up around 7:30am, sometimes a little later. But for some reason he's up extra earlier on weekends. Jon says it's because he knows his dad's home. Perhaps ... perhaps not. Either way, Jack has woken us up between 6-7am for the past few weekends. Usually, if I pretend like I can't hear him long enough, Jon will take the initiative to retrieve the baby while I act like I'm still sleeping. [Note: This only occurs on Saturday mornings. Jon's baby-noise-antenna does not work in the middle of the night.] We put the Jackster in between us and all snuggle up together to enjoy that last hour of sleepiness. Okay, well Jon and I try to fall back to sleep. Jack usually kicks his feet on the bed, pushes the sheets out of the way, and takes turns staring either Jon or I down while we try to catch some shut-eye.
We've warned him that this is only temporary. Someday when he's older and can get himself out of bed, he has to knock on mommy and daddy's door first. And he's not allowed to get out of bed until the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 7. And he's definitely not allowed to tip-toe up to the bed, stare at our face, and whisper "Are you awake yet?" There's no need to scare mommy first thing in the morning. But for now we're going to enjoy our snuggle-in Saturdays and somewhat-little boy we get to share them with.
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haha! I love the door-knocking rule - a MUST! such a good mommy you are :-)
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