If you're awoken by your overly enthusiastic toddler brother?
I woke up this morning to the sounds of "Hi, Lowly! Hiiii! Lowlyyyyyyy!" (giggles) "Lowwwwlyyyy!" I opened my eyes, squinted at the clock, and realized it was 6am.
My immediate thought was "Ugh, why is WeeBee awake already?" followed by "Why is there a Thomas train running over my foot?" Then it dawned on me that it was 6am, and Lowly hadn't woken up...since 9:30 the night before. So I jump up, completely disoriented, thinking, "Oh my gosh - is she ok? Is she dead?" (Lovely optimistic person that I am, no?)
Well, turns out, she was fine. At that moment she started squeaking, because it's really difficult to sleep through a two year old six inches from your face, yelling your name, even if you don't understand a word he's saying. So of course, I was quite relieved...and slightly ticked off at WeeBee, because who knows how long she could have slept if he hadn't decided Mommy and Lowly needed to be visited by Thomas the Tank Engine and friends at 6am.
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