A Morning Ritual

6:00 am. Dagny wakes up. I feed her and put her back in her bed if I am really tired. Most of the time we go back to sleep in my bed.

8:30-9:00 am. We wake up. Dagny rolls all over me in bed. She acts as if her head is too heavy for her to hold up and dramatically flops into pillows or my stomach. Lately she has been dropping her head  backwards and bends as far as she can. We get up and get changed. Dagny aggressively does 20 donkey kicks and laughs at me while I try to get a diaper on. We make coffee. Dagny grunts at the loud grinder. I open all of the blinds. We go into her room. I sip coffee and watch her go from the walker to the piano to the book shelf to the neatly folded blankets. She then repeats her route of disarray. I usually get climbed on and an attempt to grab my mug is made somewhere in that loop. If Mark has the morning off we FaceTime and watch Dags play.

10:00 am. Dagny starts rubbing her eyes and throwing her head around again. We sway for a minute and I put her down. Some days she goes down with out a peep. Other days, she will spend a few minutes looking out the window, talking, crying, throwing her pacifier around, throwing herself around and bonking into the crib. I go in, give back the pacifier, pick her up, she lays her head on my chest, I put her back down and we repeat once or twice more.

10:30 am. I poor a fresh cup. Turn on pretty music if it isn't already playing, sit on the couch and sip my coffee. I read. Catch up on other blogs, text my sister, read what people are saying about Mark, or shop. Its a good hour or so to myself that I could probably be more productive in, but purposefully choose not to be.

Are everyone's mornings as happy as that? It truly is like clockwork.