Early Riser

Elizabeth has always been an early riser. She definitely follows the motto: Early to bed, early to rise. I'm a morning person as well, but lately it's been getting ridiculous. Pat had to go to the bathroom the other morning at the worst possible time- the dreaded 5:00 a.m. That time of morning when Lizzy begins sleeping lightly, where the faintest little light might be shining through her curtains, where the littlest stirring will spring her from her bead. And I do mean literally spring her. You know how some people like to lazily wake up, doze for a while against their pillow, then slowly make their way our of bed? Not Lizzy! She always pops right up, we hear her quick steps padding down the hall, then I usually feel her touching my arm while saying, "Morning, Mama! Can I have a show?" Sometimes, when even she knows it's too early, I'll hear her peek into Peter's room. I'm sure he's not fully awake, but the sight of her always pops him right up, and he says, "Hi Sissy!" Even when I'm crabby at those early morning wake-ups, I must admit those few moments they're talking together before Lizzy shouts out, "Mama! Peter wants to get out of his bed!" (he is her usual scapegoat when it comes to waking up her parents) are precious. I'll keep telling myself that one day they'll sleep in.....