on the way to church sunday morning my wife informed me that she has been waking up with riley for 115 days straight.
my response: "hmmm".
the conversation then made an awkward turn (if i would have been paying attention to what she was saying i would have noticed this).
"you are off tomorrow for martian luther king jr. day aren't you."
"yep." i said too quickly.
"what do you think you will do tomorrow?"
"i have no idea."
she sat there quietly waiting for me to offer something.
"would you like to get up with riley tomorrow morning?"
dang! i fell into her trap. she had me cornered and there was nowhere i could run. no excuse to get me out of waking up early. nothing. i began to panic.
"of course i would love to get up with riley." i forced a smile.
she knew she had won, but that is ok. i am the father and i should be willing to give up a few hours of sleep to spend time with my wonderful little boy.
that night she reminded me what bottle to give him and he normally wakes up around 6:45 or 7. i took a deep breath and smiled.
"this won't be too bad. i need to start waking up earlier anyway." ugh....
around 7 i heard him stirring. crap. he is waking up and i am not ready to deal with wet diapers, his wet farts, and warming his bottle. i know. i know... i am lazy.
i got up and i noticed his eyes were still closed... i put his pasafyer in his mouth and he started snoring. joy filled my heart!
i laid back down and i poked ang...
"he is still sleeping." my smile was from ear to ear.
she rolled over.
i fell asleep.
8:10: he finally wakes up. the good thing about riley is, he is always smiling when you greet him in the mornings. never crying. just smiling.
i pick him up and noticed he is soaked... dang you luvs... i change him and warm his bottle. he eats fast and burps loud. i was so proud of him for letting me sleep in. i knew he was going to be a daddy's boy in that moment.
we spend the rest of the morning on the couch waiting for his mommy to get up, while vh1 is playing in the back ground. he loves watching people dance. i think his favorite is brittney spears, but i explained to him she isn't safe around babies.
when ang finally woke up, he and i were both nearly asleep again...
it's so nice to wake up early with my boy.
thanks ang for asking me to get up with him. little did you know it would be the day he wanted to sleep in.
on a side note:
i was talking to tyler during lunch today he reminded of a story from my childhood.
my mother always taught me to turn my head and sneeze if my hands were full. i always listened to what my mother told me... she was swift with the hand if i didn't listen (it was always out of love... trust me. i was a brat).
one day while at the group urinal (like a small tub) talking about the history test we just faced at a young age of 9 (how mr.brandenburg was a mean fat man and why did the one girl always look at her hands all the time.) i felt a sneeze coming on. one hand holding my shirt up, the other holding...well you know. i had no other choice, but to turn my head. when i turned my head to sneeze, i also turned my whole body. still in midstream, i covered millard thomas in my pee. in that moment i knew i was going to die, but thankfully he just threatened me.
that's it... random pee story.