What Time Is It?

Good morning. The time is 8:43 AM and the Beans are asleep. No, they're not still asleep. They're off on Happy Nappy #1.

You're thinking, "But, Pie, I thought you said a few posts ago that the Beans go down for Happy Nappy #1 at 9 AM," and you would be both correct and quite perspicacious. The thing is, the Beans woke up early this morning. How early? I'd like to tell you, but it was too dark outside for me to see the clock to know what time it was, so how about we just call it o'dark:30.

Yes, there is an illuminated alarm clock in my room, right next to the bed where she glows as brilliantly as the North Star four inches from my face-- but only when she's plugged in. Sure, I could just turn her around so that she's facing the wall, but that would mean that if, in the dead of night I want to know what time it is, I'd have to reach my little winglet out of the warmth of the snuggly nest to turn the blinding face of the high-maintenance Alarm Crock-O-Drama directly into my own, simultaneously waking my brain with the visual equivalent of an eight-alarm fire brigade and blinding myself for a probable stumble through my room, across the hall and into the Beans' room. Does that sound like anything even remotely resembling pleasant?

Since I have two alarm clocks in the bedroom across the hall, AND because when the high-maintenance Alarm Crock-O-Drama is plugged in I have to sleep facing Hubby who likes to roll over and breathe right into my face, AND because the sound of the high-maintenance Alarm Crock-O-Drama seems to make me, at this stage of my life, homicidally irritated, I leave her unplugged. We get along better that way. She and I have one of those relationships that moms have with single, childless, drama-queen acquaintances they knew before getting pregnant. It's nice to hang out every once in a while and keep in touch, but my life is totally different and the high-maintenance Alarm Crock-O-Drama just wants to whinewhinewhine until I pay some attention to her and I just don't need that. Oh and before the Beans woke up, the dogs next door were going bonkers about something and were freaking out at full volume right outside our bathroom window. Maybe it was an M-O-U-S-E.

And, as usual, once the Beans are quiet, Biscuit decides to emerge from the tranquil refuge of his room, so if I go in and try for a litte nappy of my own, I'll feel intensely guilty for leaving him to fend for himself on the breakfast brigade. You see where this is going, right? Of course you do, because you've been there. The remedy? This is where photos of the kids being really cute come in handy. Cute photos remind us of how much we love our little kids no matter what hour they wake us and no matter how many poopy diapers we have to change first thing in the morning (3-- one Bean was interrupted and concluded her business fifteen minutes later. Thank you Diaper Change Fairy!). So here are some cute pics Aunt Niki took last time she was here with the Beans. I think it was date night with Batman (I didn't get to go out with Batman, although that would be interesting and somewhat complicated). Niki even got the Beans doing their Scrunchy Faces:

Awwwww! They're so cute!

Now it's 9:23 and Biscuit and I must eat. The Beans will probably be up early from Happy Nappy and we must fortify our resources-- I'm not too sure today will be a Happy Scrunchy Face day but I am fairly certain that we'll still have enough daylight to see the clock when bedtime rolls around...