The Mornings, According to Lane

Lane has always been an early riser. I remember my first day back to school after he was born rocking him at 4:45am...of course it was fine with me that I got that time with him, but that incident only served as a foreshadow for things to come. When he was learning to talk he would lie in his bed in the early mornings practicing his words. We could hear him in there spounting off word after word. Every morning I would stay outside of his door for a few minutes secretly listening to what he had to say. Then, I would walk in with a smile and asked if he slept good. Fast foward a few months. It didn't take long for this child to speak in sentences! He's the kid that wouldn't learn the sign language-he just said the word! By this time, when he would be ready to get out of bed he would yell, "Momma, I sleepted good!" That was my cue. Always early mind you. Usually about 6am.
A few weeks ago my oldest baby got a big boy bed. I had been putting it off because I didn't want to deal with it. You know, not staying in the bed at bed time. The crib was easy because when he was in it, he was in it! He only tried to climb out once, that didn't go well for him and he never tried again. Well, the first night he climbed in, I covered him up, prayed with him, kissed him good night and that was it! I was so impressed with myself for raising such a wonderful child! Every night has been the same: Easy smeasy. Now for the mornings I can't say the same thing. The first morning after that first easy night, he waltzed into our room at 5:30 announcing, "Here I am!". I tried to pass him off on my husband, but he thinks that since he has a "job" he should get to sleep! HA! Then I tried to have get in the bed with us, but after of two and a half years of sleeping by himself, he wouldn't have it. So, up we were. The next morning we fought! He kept saying, "But I sleepted good!" like that was reason enough to be up before 6am. For a few days when he would get up we could hear the fridge opening an closing. Ever so quietly he would sneak into our room and place a half eaten strawberry on the night stand. Through out the day when I would be in and out of the kitchen I would find random pieces of partially eaten fruit! Now we have fallen into a routine. He gets up around 6:30 and I turn on Mickey and get him a "snack".
Then I catch another 30 minutes of sleep before the baby wakes up!