With the daylight breaking earlier these days, Tyler's been waking up earlier. Which is a good thing on weekdays because I always felt bad having to wake him up at 7:30 to rush out the door to daycare. This morning he woke up before me, singing and humming in his baby babble which is always extra sweet in the mornings. The babble usually turns into words and later into grunts, and if I wait too long, a few cries. When I got in the shower he was singing. When I got out, he was talking. Fifteen minutes later when I was ready to get him, he was silent. Silence in the morning gives me a bad feeling when I know he's awake.

I've been putting toys on the edge of his dresser which he pulls into his crib and plays with until he throws them out and declares that he's really ready to get out of the crib. That usually buys me the half-hour I need to get myself dressed & ready for work. But last week, he managed to wiggle his lamp to the edge of his dresser and pulled it into his crib. The shade came off, the light turned on, and was hanging upside down a few inches from the crib mattress. When I went into his room, he was quietly sitting in the opposite corner of his crib. We are so lucky the bulb wasn't touching his blanket or sheet because I don't even want to imagine what would have happened. This morning's silence gave me a bad feeling so I hurried down the hall and into his bedroom. He was laying down on his tummy with knees tucked under him and his butt in the air sweetly trying to fall back to sleep. Why can't he do that on a Saturday?