Then comes the weekends, with last weekend providing a perfect example. On both Saturday and Sunday Molly woke at 5:00 and 4:50 a.m, respectively. In both cases Trina brought her to our bed with the hopes of Molly going back to sleep there. Not so much. She preferred to play - smacking us on the face, crawling around, and sticking her fingers in our mouth. On Saturday we got up early with her for a full day. On Sunday, after it obvious that Molly wasn't going back to sleep, Molly and I moved to the living room to play at 5:00 while we let Trina catch up on some sleep.
I set her up with a clean diaper, started the coffee maker, and fixed a bottle, which she drained quite quickly. Molly, the dogs, and I played on the living room floor for about an hour. Molly was all smiles and laughter, climbing over me, dumping out the basket of remote controls, crawling to the kitchen, and playing with her toys. After a little more than an hour, she crawled over to me and layed her head on my lap as though she wanted to go to sleep. On that cue I picked her up and settled on the couch with her on my chest. After a few minutes of practicing baby dentistry on my mouth and some squirming to get comfortable, she fell asleep peacefully on my chest.
Oscar and Daisy soon joined us on the couch where I felt and listed to her breathing, smelled her baby shampoo, and admired the little bit of fuzzy hair on her head. For an hour and a half we remain there together. I watched on-demand re-runs of Art Wolfe's Travels to the Edge until Trina emerged at 8:00. Molly woke soon after and we prepared for the day ahead - coffee at the Urban Coffee Lounge, lunch at Padria (our neighbor's Greek restaurant), and then to Costco for a few items.
Hopefully she doesn't grow too fast and we can have a few more mornings like that.
