My sweet monkey woke up very early this morning. The past few nights she's been staying up late, chatting in her crib, yelling for "mommy!" "daddy!" "door!" "choo choo!" (we live right near the above-ground train). She's also been eating an INSANE amount for a tiny little bug. So we were are pretty convinced she's going through a bit of a growth spurt.
This morning, she woke up crying for mommy 5 minutes before my alarm was set to go off for my early morning gym class. The clock read 5:03 AM. I turned off my alarm before it disturbed Michael and went into Alice's room, fully aware that picking her up probably doomed any chance at the gym. I picked up my crying baby, sat with her in the rocking chair, and let her sleep in my arms for an hour. At 6, I finally decided to try and transfer to the couch so that I might be able to sleep too. But as soon as we left her room, Alice decided it was time to wake up.
The two of us played together quietly, in the semidarkness of the early morning. I have to admit, it was perfect.
Alice Making Her Monkey Face