The last few weeks of the school year brought many days off and way too many half days interspersed here and there. This meant that my time with Griffin, all alone, just the two of us, has gone from our full day Mommy mondays to an hour here or there.
The G is not pleased. But it appears he has found a solution. My smart whip of a third child has figured out that Chris gets up for the morning between 5:30 and 6 am to grab a workout. Griffin waits for him to leave and he jumps into bed with me for a morning snuggle.
I like the snuggle part. There is something unbearably sweet about those green eyes gazing into yours whispering I love yous first thing in the morning. If we could snuggle up together and drift off back to dreamland, it would almost be perfection. But my G, he's a lover, a snuggler, and well, he's also quite our talker.
It is beyond Griffin's abilities to sit anywhere without engaging in conversation. The boy can talk. He loves to talk. Even at the ripe ol' hour of 6 am. It is enough to make your head hurt. And this is before, I have even had one sip of my coffee.
It's a good thing the boy is so cute.
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