This morning, just before 6 a.m., I heard a little cry. Then I heard "Dada... Dada" and some more tears. When that didn't get a response, I heard "Mommy... Mommy... Dada." I looked at the clock and saw it was not the middle of the night, despite how my body felt, and there was not a chance of her going back to bed for a lousy half hour. So I got up.
She also did this on the weekend. A weekend! I don't know what's with these occasional 5:50 wakings, but doing it during the weekday is one thing. The weekend just should be unheard of.
She did snuggle with me on the couch for a few minutes, but not long enough for this Night Owl. Keith is more of a morning person than I am. Yet, he also doesn't have that Mommy hearing, which wakes up at the littlest cry. He slept through her early shouts for Dada. And how is this? It used to be, before Autumn was born, I could sleep through pretty loud thunderstorms. He'd wake up pretty easily. Now, though, I wake up at her every whimper, even though she's down the hall. I guess it's one of those instinct things that kicks in with childbirth.
All I know is that she was bright-eyed within 10 minutes of me taking her out of her crib, and I still feel the need to yawn a bit...