Tell me this will last

We've gotten into this habit in the morning.  I won't call it good or bad.

It's bad in that Avery is waking up early and aside from actually being able to vocally demand "Woman, get in here and give me my milk," she wants to eat right away.

Our nightly routine is that a bottle gets made.  It waits patiently for the parent who loves Avery the most that morning to rise from their slumber,
walk sleepily to the kitchen,
in the cold and dark,
and retrieve it for her.

She is carried back to our bed where she feeds herself, allowing said parents (both the one who loves loves her the most and the one who thinks she has a good personality, but they should just be friends) to rest/sleep for a few minutes longer in the cold, dark morning.

On some glorious weekend mornings, we are able to slip the milk-drunk child back into her crib where she will sleep/rest/stay quiet for up to another hour.  Yes.  The urban legend is true.

For those of you who have small children, you know that a house that stays quiet past 7 AM is a miraculous and wonderful thing.

For those of you without children who scoff at the idea of rising before 10 AM, much less 7 AM... just wait.  Soon 10 AM will be the half point in your day, and you'll soon wonder what are we doing for lunch, or oh-my-god, for dinner!  I haven't taken anything out of the freezer and the breakfast dishes are still in the sink!  You'll watch the clock and measure time until the next nap and wait for the happy dance you'll do at bedtime when everyone is snoozing and drooling.

During the week, however, we are not able to get that extra hour of sleep in, what with those pesky JOBS and all.  Income, bah.  Liv knows that she needs to get up and get ready, but she is the spawn of her parents, and waking up isn't always a quick and chipper process for her either.  She will find her way into our bed as well, with baby, Winks, blankie, book, doll, necklace and sometimes a hair brush in hand, and snuggles up with the family in the cold, dark morning.

Here's what I want to last...

Avery's contently drinking her bottle.

Liv is snuggled up with her thumb (ugh) and best "guy" of the moment.

No matter the day, Avery's hand finds it's way out and Liv's hand finds a way to grab it.  It's not encouraged or suggested by either parent (our eyes are still closed mind you.  Quiet time is quiet time, after all)  But I catch them holding hands, whether they realize it or not.

The only disappointment I have in this story is that I don't have a photo of the moment to share with you all.  Sorry - not camera ready at 6:30 in the morning!

They share this thing that sisters have.  I know I've written about sisters before, but I'm just amazed at how real it really is.  I know the day will come when they will fight (sometimes violently) over toys, clothes, boys or who knows what else, but I will do my very best to cling to this memory that for a short moment in time, they were each other's best of the best.

1 comment:

Courtney said...

This is the sweetest thing ever!! I don't know where in the world I would be without my sister, she is my absolute best friend.

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