Every morning I go get Silas from his crib, bring him to my bed and have a cuddle. This morning I was thinking I should try and write out our conversation the best I can. I usually sing to try and keep him in there as long as possible so I can keep my eyes closed for as long as possible.
Silas: *screaming* BAH AHHHH BAAAHHHHHH!!!! (sometime’s he’s yelling PANCAKE!!)
Mommy: *sleepily walks out of bed and opens Silas’ door* Mommy come get me, Mommy come get me (trying to teach him a good way of calling to me in the morning)
Silas: good morning, cuttle??
Mommy: *picks up Silas* good morning Silas * brings him into her room*
Silas: cuttle Dadd….*notices Daddy isn’t in bed*
Mommy: * gets cozy with Silas in bed* Daddy is at work
Silas: bye bye Daddy….be right back!
Mommy: Daddy will be home for supper.
Silas: Wheels on the bus?
Mommy: *sings* The wheels on the bus go..
Mommy: *sings* The birdie on the bus goes tweet..
Silas: *interrupts* bunny?
Mommy: *sings* the bunny on the bus goes *starts snuffling his ears*
Mommy: *sings* the piggy on the bus goes oink…
Silas: *interrupts after seeing his wooden T-rex dinosaur puzzle piece (why is it on my bedside table anyway?)* DINOSAUR!! DINOSAUR.
Mommy: yes Silas, a dinosaur
Silas: Purple, purrrrple *grabbs “Tebby Bear”* graaaaay…..graaaay
Mommy: yes Silas, it’s gray!
Silas: *babbles to the dinosaur, every once in a while saying “purple”* Twinkle Twinkle?
Mommy: *sings* twinkle twinkle little star…
Silas: *interrupts* Da wheels on da bus?
Mommy: *sighs then sings* the wheels on the bus go…
Silas: twinkle twinkle?
Mommy: twinkle twinkle little star
Mommy: The star on the bus goes twinkle twinkle twinkle…
Silas: TWINKLE TWINKLE?? Mini wheats?
Mommy: MINI WHEATS WHEATS WHEATS HAVE WANTED VANILLA FOR SO LONG!
Silas: TWINKLE TWINKLE????
Mommy: twinkle twinkle little star…
Silas: hungry?? I some foooood? Cheerios? Mini Wheats? FOOOOD??
Mommy: *grimly rises from bed, defeated once again by Silas’ growling belly*
Silas: *throws his soother on the bed* get your sucky *grabs sucky*…get your smushy *grabs smushy* get your Tebby Bear *grabs Tebby
and with everything in his arms walks across the bed to me with a big smile on his face*
Mommy: Lets put Tebby back in bed?
Silas: *screaming* FOOOD I SOME FOOOOOD???
Mommy: yes Silas, we’ll have food, lets just put Tebby back in bed he’s sleepy
Silas: * screaming* I SOME FOOOD?? DOWNSTAIRS?? HUNGRY??
Mommy: * after chucking Tebby back into his crib from across the room, I cover his mouth and run past Ikey’s door* SHHHHH Ikey’s sleeping
Silas: *whispers* Ikey sleeeeeeeeeping.
Gotta love routine hey?