Sleepy Baby

It is a very rare occasion that I have to wake lil'bub up. Like, maybe two or three times a year. RARE. Anyway, we have to be at school by 9-9:15am, so it's best if she wakes by around 7:30am, because that gives us plenty of time to get ready. And usually this is no problem at all. Usually, she is monkey-ing around her crib, talking up a storm, totally ready for me to get my butt out of bed and come play.

Not this morning. No ma'am.

This morning, I woke up at 8am and looked over at the monitor and lil'bub was still snorin' zzzzz's. I went in to make sure she was, in fact, breathing (yes, I still occasionally do that) and it was so strange not to see her bouncing, smiling face staring up at me. So I had to take a picture of course.

So precious. Blankets kicked off (per usual). Dolly and puppy tossed to the side. And curled up in the cute little ball she makes every night.

It took thirty minutes to get this girl up! I tried kisses and tickles, photo flash (ha!) and, chanting "AVEEEEERYYYYYY, it's time to get up sugarbeeeeeeee." She was so content to stay in her ball. Reminded me a little too much of myself! Thankfully, she did eventually stir awake. The sleeping late and cuteness were almost worth the tornado I had to become to get her ready for school on time. Almost.