Hunter in the Morning

Bless his heart little Hunter is a can be a real booger in the morning if he needs to be awakened. So long (usually) as he awakes on his own he is OK. He'll groggily wander out of his room with GP (Giant Puppy) and the creatively moniker-ed 'Pillow Pet' under his arms and demand that I pick this whole mess up and tote it all downstairs to the liv-a-ning room.

So the net of this equation is that we rarely wake the cute lil' little troll in the morning. I usually just open his door and or his blinds and dash out before he detects me.

This morning tho, we were a bit short on time and so I did go in, kneel down and gently rub his back and say his name.

Naturally and quite predictably, he rolled his drooling little face away from me, faced the wall and let out a groan of disgust and displeasure at the intrusion of the world. At that moment came one of those lucky little serendipitous moments in a parents life. Total luck. As I was steeling myself for his tiny rage and preparing to be told to "go AWAY Papa. I love MAMA!" I murmured into his curls, " Do you want some oatmeal?"

pow!

His little head came up, his baby blues focused on me and he said in a (gasp) happy voice and with a smile, " Oatmeal? Where is the Oatmeal" as he was saying this he was already climbing out of bed and headed for the door.

I said, " its downstairs on the table, punkin'." I heard him mumbling to himself as he headed down the stairs, " I just close my eyes for a minute. Where is oatmeal?"

No GP, No Pillow Pet, No Mouse, No Jo-Jo no nuthin'. :)

Ah, the power of Oatmeal.

love all,

Jer