"So, when were you up this morning?" he'd ask.
"Up with the kookaburras." I'd reply.
|One of our neighbours.|
Which is about 4:30 AM.
So that, when Ian DOES sleep through the night (and I mean THROUGH the night, 8 PM to 5 AM through the night and not the piddling 5 - 6 hours the baby books tell you ought to count as sleeping through the night. Who are we kidding here?! Although, in retrospect, I would have paid good money to get that much sleep when I had the twins. Or Andrew for that matter!)....
So that when Ian DOES sleep through the night he is just my favourite little bald man in the entire universe.
He's totally alert and ready for a morning stroll at 5:30 AM.
|This will only keep me amused for so long, you know!|
It just sucks being the mode of transportation and the breakfast cart!
Then again, the sight of the kookaburra sitting out on the fence, never fails to cheer me up.
Never mind that he's only watching out for the cane toads who commit suicide in our pool.
I like to think that he's laughing with me, not at me.
|Matthew helping out before school.|