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this morning

pic of the day: day 1
"mommy, don't you think it's time for MY breakfast?"

5:00 a.m. alarm goes off. snooze. (thinking: one day i will actually get up at 5am. and i'll have so much more time. i can blog in the morning! or do some reading. or ...)

5:09 a.m. alarm goes off. snooze. (maybe tomorrow ...)

5:18 a.m. alarm goes off. snooze.

5:22 a.m. john's awake. he has no snooze button. guess i better go feed him.

5:37 a.m. usually 15 minutes of milk are enough but he's still eating.

5:45 a.m. he's back asleep. gently into the crib ...

5:46 a.m. he's crying. i'll leave the room and see if he goes to sleep.

6:02 a.m. bottles prepped for school, lunches packed, he's still crying. guess he's really awake!

6:03 a.m. john on the kitchen floor, banging toys together and "singing" loudly. sorry, mom-in-law nana who's visiting this week! did i mention the baby alarm clock does NOT come equipped with a snooze button?

6:05 a.m good morning daddy!

6:18 a.m. good morning, nana!

6:35 a.m. green beans are much tastier when nana gives them to john for breakfast than when mom gives them to john for breakfast.

6:45 a.m. maybe we'll get out the door by 7 today since nana's here to help with john!

6:55 a.m. mom's putting on makeup and doing her hair. john's playing happily with nana in the kitchen.

6:56 a.m. john's screaming with nana in the kitchen. but nana's got it under control.

6:57 a.m. john's playing happily with nana in the kitchen.

7:05 a.m. time to dress john for school.

7:06 a.m. meltdown. meltdown. meltdown. nothing worse than having your diaper changed. meltdown!

7:15 a.m. john's finally changed, dressed, and only marginally sobbing in mommy's arms.

7:20 a.m. load everything into the car: mama sherpa is on the go!

7:25 a.m. finally pull out of the garage.

you know you're a mom when 25 minutes late feels like a victory!

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