It is 6am and I have been up since 5:30, woken by the sound of a cheerful Alex pontificating in his crib. As predicted, I am losing my mind. First it was 6, then 5:45, now 5:30. I don't like where this is going. I am hoping and praying that this is just a short phase, that Alex is feeling better with each day, and that he is just so excited about feeling better that he can't wait to get up and play and take advantage of his newfound health.
As usual, I will let him marinate for a while and go get him at the time that I wish he would get up. I'm hoping that he will get the hint and start actually waking up at that time. Oh, how I miss that week in November when he was sleeping past 8. Those were the good ol' days...
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