Monday, November 3, 2008

mr. independent

The annual reign of Daylight Savings Time has come to an end. For the next several months there will be no more after work jaunts outdoors with the sun still shining. We'll be sequestered indoors during the semi-cold winter months as we eagerly wait for the early evening sun to fill the sky with light once again.

Looking at the bright side, at least my mornings are not quite as dark, which sure makes getting out of bed for work a lot easier.

I remember back in the day (pre-kid) having to turn the clocks back in the fall was a great thing because you basically gain a full hour. That extra hour made for a great bonus hour of sleep. When you have a toddler that bonus becomes null and void. Instead of getting that extra hour of sleep, the kid just wakes up an hour earlier. It happened to us yesterday, but we lucked out. Actually, I'm kind of shocked of what Z-Dub did.

I heard the pitter patter of his little feet at about 6 a.m. I did not open my eyes, but just listened as Z-Dub came into our room. He did not say anything, he just stood there quietly for a few moments. The pitter patter headed out of the room and into the loft where I heard the door to the mini refrigerator open and then close. Then there was silence. After about 10 minutes I decided to get up and check on Z-Dub. I walked down the hall and peaked into his room. There he was in his bed, drinking milk from his newly acquired sippy cup and playing with his stuffed animals. Relieved that he was safe and not getting into anything he shouldn't be into to, I slowly and quietly crept away from his door and went back to bed.

It's not too often that a toddler of Z-Dub's age will act in such an independent manner. It actually made us very proud and thankful as we got to take advantage of another half hour or so of coveted sleep. It would have been longer if HotMomma's father didn't accidently set off the security alarm at their house and the monitoring company didn't call my cell phone and then our house. So I guess this year it wasn't the kid that made waste of our extra hour, it was a false alarm.
 

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