Sunday Morning

Rai, you are a morning person. A 5:23 a.m. kind of person to be exact. Your body is like a machine and that is the time that the machine awakes. Never more than a minute off of this time, we can hear your first few grunts and sounds of struggle as you try (unsuccessfully) to crawl out of the enclosure more commonly known as a crib.
Whereas we used to find you lying on your back, smiling wider than that Joker we now find you in a push-up position looking around at the bars that are keeping you trapped in your bed. You're overjoyed when you hear footsteps, tilt your head up and flash your savior a bright, morning smile. "Get me out of here!" And, we do.
We always begin with sunrise from the deck, then some breakfast, and finally some time in your playzone. That's just how this Sunday morning began. Some say coffee and cigarettes are the trick to a perfect morning. I say: a 5:23 wake-up call from your babbling boy, sunrise and spoon-feeding.