Every morning is the same. When I get the baby out of the crib I greet him with a Good Morning, and he greets me with a smile. I have a sippy cup of milk and we plant ourselves on the couch. We watch Little Einsteins and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He holds me tight and we snuggle together. Once he's sufficiently awake I won't be able to get hold of him until bedtime.
There is something majestic about a still morning. The quiet solitude of morning has always been a special time for me. I've replaced the morning news with Playhouse Disney, but I love that across from my cup of coffee I've got a little boy tucked in my shoulder.
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