I’m quickly learning that one of the things I despise most in this world is blending with one of the things I love most: waking up and being a dad (or dad-like figure).

Before the gift of coffee

When Kanan starts waking up in the morning he whines for mama. That’s when Theresa jumps out of bed like there is a fire in the house and brings him into our room. He loves that. Actually… I love that too. While we are still waking up he is over there talking and chatting about trucks and trains and says, “Mama, I wanna get up. I wanna wake up now.” Of course, that is code for, “Mama, get up.”

So after a little fighting, he has won. We are up now but we are not watching news, or a sermon, or listening to Itunes… we are watching Boom Chicka Boom (or some other nonsensical name) and Kanan couldn’t be happier. Meanwhile, I’m still waiting for the coffee to kick in…