Early to Rise

Jasper woke up at 6 this morning. Surprising, actually since Seth's alarm started going off at 5:30. I don't know quite how he does it, but he crawled into bed about midnight last night and got up at 6 as well to head to the gym.

What annoys me most isn't that he gets some time to himself, gets to work out or gets an invigorating start to his day. It annoys me that he gets six hours of sleep and still gets out of bed for the gym. Even as a mom I feel guilty in his company complaining about being tired when I am getting at least seven uninterrupted hours of sleep a night these days.

Oh well. This morning I'm doing better following a very mom-centric trip to the neighborhood Walgreens yesterday. I picked up coffee, milk and a $20 to pay the babysitter today. Last week at the grocery store I bought only decaf coffee -- I usually mix caf and decaf bulk beans. I'd been having heart burn, and thought reducing the caffeine would help. Ouch. It's been a rough week's worth of mornings. The caffeine in the morning is so worth a little tummy ache in the afternoon. This morning I said to Seth, "Despite getting up at 6, I feel good thanks to some caffeine."

Seth's response: "I know enough to know that when you feel good, I feel good."

And Jasper seemed to take part in this morning feel-good moment. You might remember several months back when I posted a pic of him practically climbing out of the bouncy seat (oh, those were the days!)? I was surprised back then how quickly he outgrew a toy. Well, that little activity table I bought him about three months ago seems to have suffered the same fate as the bouncy seat. I'd been noticing it upside down with legs sticking straight up. Hmm, I thought. Just how is that happening? Then, I witnessed my little angel, just some 30-inches tall, flipping the wide-legged table over with one hand as if he were the Incredible Hulk.

We're just about done with that toy, I thought.

This morning he made it official. We're done with that toy. I turned around to spot him on top of it. Literally, no limbs touching the floor. He slid off, giddy, and did it again. Please don't think I'm a terrible mom because I snapped a picture before pulling him off. Notice it's fuzzy. At least I didn't take multiple ones to get him in focus. Anybody in need of an activity table?