I have always been a morning person. I hate rushing out the door. Pre-baby, I would get up an hour and a half before I had to leave for work so I could sip coffee, read a book, get ready at a human pace. I am also wide-awake and cheery in the morning. In college I woke up five days a week at 4:15am to row crew and then worked in the theater department all night. It was great.
It comes as no surprise that Clara is a morning person too. She happily chirps in her bed in the morning (usually sometime between 5:30 and 6) as the dawn light streaks into her room and smiles at me when I walk into the room. I wonder if her chirps are her discussing my impending arrival with the elephant, seahorse, and Yankee Bear that inhabit her crib.
In the past week she has added something to the routine. Now when I walk in I am greeted with a happy, smiling baby who says: "Hiiiiii!" to me in her tiny, piping voice. It made me laugh out loud the first time she did it. It seemed so adult. And it takes the sting out of the fact that, though I am a self-proclaimed morning person, having only one or two mornings where I have slept past 6 am in the past 14 months can wear a little thin. But my reward is a beautiful little girl who can't contain how glad she is to see her Mama. What more could I ask for?