This week I decided I was ready to finally start my main New Year's resolution--to wake up early. I've been draggin' my feet, basking in every excuse imaginable. Sunday night rolled around and I was out of excuses, so I set my alarm for 5:30am Monday morning and got up rather easily, actually. Same thing on Tuesday, but Wednesday and today Maggie woke up at 6am-ish! The whole idea is for me to have some quiet time to myself, not to start my mom-job earlier! That silly girl is unintentionally foiling my plan! I'm not about to bump up the time either. I guess I have a new excuse to revel in. I think she's just anxious to blow milk bubbles or something...
I can't believe the things that keep her entertained:
*blowing milk bubbles through a straw
*filling up bags with stuff--rocks, puzzle pieces, you name it
*playing hide and go seek
*dreaming up things she's going to "ask Daddy when he gets home" (She used to ask me her questions first, and if I didn't know the answer then she'd say, "I'm gonna ask Daddy when he gets home." Now she doesn't even bother to see if I know the answer; she jumps right to her line about how she's gonna ask Daddy. haha)
*making up analogies...seriously! She's constantly saying things like, "that's kinda like this" and "this is kind of like that."
I guess if these things were on my daily agenda, I'd have no problem getting up early either!