"Are you going to get up when the alarm goes off in the morning?" I asked Andrew as we were going to bed last night.
"Ummmm," he had to contemplate this for a minute, "I will get up after one snooze."
"Why don't you just set it for nine minutes later then?" I whined, explaining to him yet again that I hate my sleep being disturbed every nine minutes while he entertains the idea of getting out of bed.
"Oh," he said casually, "That bothers you? I doesn't bother me. The alarm is about as annoying as a fly. I just flick it away every nine minutes and fall right back asleep."
That is so not how I am. I wake up and prod him until he turns off the alarm and then lie awake for nine minutes, afraid to fall asleep in case he didn't end up pushing snooze and we sleep in everlastingly too late.
As it worked out this morning, he had to keep his word and get up after hitting snooze once. You see, Rachel woke up at some ungodly hour expecting breakfast. I took her in bed with us and fed her, expecting her to fall asleep. After all the sun wasn't even threatening to make an appearance yet.
She didn't fall asleep, but to her credit she did at least try. She was awfully cuddly and kept snuggling into the blankets and pillows. She crawled right up beside me, lay her head on my pillow and stared, blinking, into my eyes with a coy smile on her face. Then she rolled over to Andrew and hugged his arm. Then she rolled back over to me and rested her head on my tummy. Then she rolled back over to Andrew and put her head on his pillow.
Sleep kept eluding her, no matter which position she tried or how many times she yawned.
Andrew woke up at around 6:30 to Rachel using his shoulder as leverage to burrow herself under my pillow. He battled her flailing legs and finally caught hold of her.
"Do you want me to put her back in her crib?" he asked sleepily.
"Sure," I said. And then she was gone.
Andrew took her back into her bedroom, turned on her music, put her in her crib and stumbled back to bed and was fast asleep before his head touched the pillow.
I, on the other hand, listened to Rachel playing around with her toys. I was too tired to go get her so I just stayed in bed and listened to her rattle around like a caged prisoner.
The alarm went off at 7:21, alerting Rachel that she was now allowed to be noisy. She started calling out and I went to get her while Andrew hit the snooze button and started to drift off to sleep. Since Rachel had already had her breakfast, though, she was much more interested in rearranging Daddy's face than she was in cuddling with Mommy so Daddy had to get up to play.
Sometimes I'm a little sad to see how well they get along. When he tosses her in the air she peals with laughter. When I toss her in the air she acts scared and wants to cuddle. When he sneaks up on her she jumps and then laughs. When I sneak up on her she puts on a pouty face. I guess she just expects all cuddles from mom and fun-and-games from dad.
At least she's good at getting him up in the morning!