Good Morning

Good Morning.  I love mornings.  Before Aijah was born, I didn't have the gusto to get up early, but now, she wakes me up for long enough to get past the groggy stage.  When she's done eating, she goes back to sleep with every one else, and I have some morning goodness.  It's getting just chilly enough for some hot tea.  Heaven, I tell ya.  (Herbal, of course)

This girl is awesome.  We couldn't ask for a better baby, besides the fact that she grunts REALLY loud in her sleep, well, and when she's awake too.  We still don't understand why.  It just seems to be her noise of choice.  I'm getting used to taking 2 kids everywhere.  Luckily, she's been sleeping on most every trip, so it's been easy.  I've gone on a few adventures with both of them.  Jet goes in the stroller, and I carry her in the bjorn.  She loves it.  Yahoo.  Jet was a hit or miss with the bjorn; if I ever stopped walking, he would cry.  So far, the transition has been a bit too smooth, and her pediatrician said I was a freak for being so easy goin' after 2 weeks.  I just feel great.  I have enough of energy, I'm getting enough sleep, I feel like things are pretty under control.  We didn't even forget to put out the garbage this morning.  I think the garbage man is the guy who's seen me at my worst, most often.  I hear the truck across the street, it wakes me up, I scramble in my pj's, bedhead, and racoon-eyes to get the garbage to the curb.  I like to think it makes his morning more enjoyable.  lol.