Charlie has been waking up bright and early in the morning. He comes into bed with us for a while and chills. Sometimes he goes back to sleep, other times he just sits in our bed and sings, giggles at himself or dances to the music in his head.
He is pretty patient for a while until he decides that he wants to get up and start the day. Jamie is the typical morning caretaker, but Charlie wants me to get up too. He peeks his head up over my shoulder and giggles. If I do not respond he makes his presence known by giving me a poke in the head. I always feel that little finger and hear the whispered laughter of the boy, but I just lay there and make a game out of it. I often peek from beneath the covers just enough for Charlie to see me and he lets out the cutest giggle ever.
If I do not sit up and get moving, Charlie lunges at me as if he is a lion about to pounce on his prey. It is a frightening experience. Atleast I make it seem that way to humor the boy. I can't wait until I can say "Go watch cartoons."
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