Wake Up Call

Every now and then I get a 5 AM wake up call from my bed side monitor. I usually dream that some kind of animal has gone rampant in my house. She does this high pitched grunt/strain...the kind that if I tried it, would cause my throat to burn and a hacking cough...but she is completely happy, and can do it for very long periods...I finally give in and go get her...by the way this is my child I'm referring to. I have become a pro at nursing while sleeping...I remember when Jack was born and I could only nurse with pillows strategically propped behind me...and HAD to have that bobby pillow....oh how times have changed! She nurses...and again I wake up to the grunting call....she has decided that she will not go back to sleep. I am in and out of sleep trying to put a nu nu in her mouth....she is 5 months old and she has never taken a nu nu...I was really hoping that on this early morning that today would be the day! Then I hear a faint noise that seems to get closer...sounds like feet slapping the floor...it is....Brother Jack has come to join us! He has brought all 3 of his stuffed animals with him, including his green blanket. I sit up, look over at my peacefully sleeping husband, and....for a few seconds I feel bad...then I shake him and boot him off to the couch...he quickly grabs his pillow and quilt and flees...this is a common scenario in this household and there is not room for seven in a queen size bed...I am counting the stuffed animals too! Avie baby is still working on her call....I don't know who she is calling but it is someone/something. Jack is still squinty eyed and trying to focus in on the source....Avie....ready to play...grabs a wad of his hair...I have to break this up...for I know Jackson will take it to heart! Okay Okay! I am getting up! I head straight to the coffee pot! I don't know how a little body can make so much noise! That is one thing I wish I had the ability to do... is wake up as happy as she does! She if full of smiles and giggles and I wish I could be more into it. After a cup of coffee I do use this time to my advantage....we play....just me and her....read books.....and snuggle! By 6...I am on my second cup and Avie baby is getting restless....all I have to do is put her in her crib...place her blankie in her hands and she is out in no more than two minutes. I so want to crawl back in bed with brother Jack....but I have things that need to be done....but am I doing them....NO. The sight of the dirty laundry sitting on the floor....the dirty dishes from the night before....and all the toys lingering so ever more...what I am trying to say is...none of that interests me...so here is my blog! I could so be a poet!