Oh What a Beautiful Morning
Wednesday, January 27, 2010I love morning time. It's my absolute favorite time of the day.
For one thing, there are the quiet murmurs of sound, drifting towards me softly as I stir from my rest:
"Mom. I need a nunchuck."
"I don't know where it is."
"Mom, I really need a nunchuck."
"I don't know where it is."
"Mom, I really need a nunchuck."
"Kristen, have you seen the stuff from my back pocket?"
"I think I saw it in the bathroom."
"Where in the bathroom?"
"On the floor."
"Where on the floor?"
...
"Where on the floor?"
...
"Kristen, where on the floor?!"
"I think I saw it in the bathroom."
"Where in the bathroom?"
"On the floor."
"Where on the floor?"
...
"Where on the floor?"
...
"Kristen, where on the floor?!"
And then there are the pleasant fragrant smells hovering in the air around:
"Mommy, change my diaper."
"Are you poopy?"
"Yes."
"Are you poopy?"
"Yes."
And last, but not least, there are the sights. The sense of discovery of all that has occurred during my quiet slumber:
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