I am not a morning person. When 5 a.m. rolls around, I am paralyzed by a combination of low blood sugar and lack of sleep. I try to pry my eyes open when Ian starts crying, but I swear they are glued shut. Enter amazing husband. I nudge (sometimes shake, kick, push...he's a deep sleeper) J-P and he pops out of bed to rescue our early riser from his crib. They watch the sun come up together everyday. Good thing he is a morning person.
I take over bath and bedtime duties because J-P starts slowing down around 7 p.m. After our story-song-prayer ritual, I put Max into his crib. As I'm putting him in, I say "Max, I love you sooooo much." To which he responds (every night) "I love daddy sooooo much!" I'm starting to wonder if J-P is bribing him with candy in the morning while I'm sleeping. One of these days I'll have to get up to see what they do with J-P in the morning that has them both wrapped (as tight as can be) around his finger.
3 comments:
Oh, Mary Ann! The pictures are GORGEOUS!!! I would love to see them in black and white, too! And by the way, Clark only gives Jose kisses at night. He will not give me kisses. Where's the love????
I can't imagine having kids who preferred their dad. They have always been "mama" kids and Bill hates it. I don't get it, all I do is yell at them all day long...
That is hilarious! Maybe at bedtime tonight you should try saying to Max, "I love Ian soooooo much!" See what he says! I bet it will be something funny!
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