Got Milk.

Dec 31, 2008 11:38

First of all, I remembered trash day today!  WOOT!

Moving on...

Doodimus showed up at my bedside this morning demanding milk.  Like any good mother I told my two year old to go the refrigerator and get his own.  It is a common demand and a common response in our house.  Which is why there are three milk filled sippy cups lined up in a row on the middle shelf of the fridge every morning for them.

Off he scampered to begin his morning routine.

But then he came back.  "Here Mommy."

I peeked one eye open just in time to be whacked in the nose with an empty sippy cup and then sucker punched in th gut with a half full gallon milk jug which he heaved two handed up onto the bed.

Grunting in pain and mumbling to myself, I stumbled out of bed to assist him.

He's very clever, that Doodimus, because obviously I had to get up and remind him where his already full milk was hiding.  And while I was up I might as well cook him a waffle, change his diaper and drink some coffee.  And if I stayed up long enough to do all that, I might as well just stay up.

Cold, dark Alaskan mornings are evil.  But sweet, chubby, smiley Doodimuses are the perfect antidote.

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