5am

Saturday, 5am.

"Geggup, Mama. Hungy."

((tug tug))

There was no convincing him otherwise.

So crabby, crabby

I dragged myself out of bed to spread peanut butter on toast.

But then I sat down at the table with him

and he looked so cute with his lug nut bruise and his grin and speckled with skeeter bites

and I realized that I don't get many of these moments,

just the two of us while the house sleeps.

I want to remember these little moments. The ones that can drive me a bit mad, but that make up this life we're living. Because it's actually quite easy to forget.

(**Edited to add: the video cut off when I was uploading it so the cutest part is missing. :( I may get the full version up later. Maybe not.)

The cuteness wore off as the morning wore on and the Tired hit hard, so I capture and post and watch to remind myself that it's worth it. To savor the aftertaste of the good parts instead of the tough.

(Cuteness and coffee go a long way in powering through a bad case of the tireds.)

(It is quite likely that no one but the grandmas cares to watch this. But that's OK. I still think it's just the cutest thing ever, especially at the end.)

(And I know it sounds like I smoke a pack a day, but I assure you it's just the whole just got up and it's 5am voice.)