My children, X and G, are both girls. 3 and almost 2, respectively.
Like many parents know, sometimes, the kids are just the first ones up. Especially when A.) you have suspiciously quiet kids, B.) they get up ungodly early, and C.) You are a night owl or work long hours or both.
This blog is dedicated to those mornings. The, when the hell did they get up?! mornings. The, why can't I just have five more minutes? mornings. The, who stole my dragons?! Oh crap I'm not really the Khaleesi mornings.
But mostly... The, I love my kids-I love my kids-I love my kids mornings. Like this one.
The veil of sleep lifted just enough for me to smell... soap. Soap? Coconuts? I squinted and rubbed my eyes. I'm blind without my glasses, and yesterday the children broke one of the arms off my last pair. They are now put up even out of my reach at night. Our white cat, PangurBan, is sitting by my bed, looking intently up at me. She smells like coconut-clean.
"X? What are you doing?" I call as I get up out of the bed.
"Nothing mama! I make a HERO!" That doesn't quite sound like nothing. She runs into the bedroom, and she, too, smells like coconut-clean.
It's probably soap. Even when I bring her close to me though, she's not too slimy or gross. Still, I ask her to go run a bath while I throw on something that looks marginally like clothing.
She runs to the bathroom, starts the tub, and I get my glasses on, and follow her in. And there standing before the sink, is G. She is covered head to toe in conditioner, as is LeeLoo.
"See, mama?" X asks, proudly motioning to G. "A HERO!"
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