Thursday, the 12th of September 2013
None of us at home are particularly good at getting up in the morning. Although I must admit it is less horrible when the sun shines..
Ax will be the one that lingers in bed. But once she is up, she is up and she will get a move on.
Cel is the one that crawls out of bed, with the necessary drama, and every change she gets she lays down again: on the basket with stuffed animals, on the chair at the breakfast table, on my lap.. She will complain “I do not like the sandman, that stuff he throws in your eyes is really annoying in the morning..”
But when we finally have our eyes fully open, we are good for another day.