Before we had Remi, Drake and I used to sit in bed for the Sacred Coffee Hour. We sipped the sacred beverage, read the paper, and shared tidbits of news. We made lists and planned our day. And oftentimes, we crawled back under the covers and went back to sleep.Such decadence is no more.
Now we're lucky if we sleep till 6:30. We wake to a bouncing baby, a girl on the go. She grabs for coffee, steals the paper, and crawls for the edge of the bed. Protecting yourself, your elixir, your reading material, and the baby takes fast hands and a quick eye: The Sacred Coffee Hour has become a precision sport.
But we hold out hope.
Someday, calm will be restored. Hot coffee will be safe again, the news will be read and absorbed, our ninja reflexes will be tucked away, unused. If only we could instill into a 9 month old the glory of the sacred hour.
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As evidenced by the hairdooooo I am not awake yet. I need sleep people and yes, the child must learn to respect the sacred coffee hour.
At 9 months the sacred coffee hour is a true test of the rising skills of "baby power"
Baby........ 1
Parents.....zip
Better luck next round
Take a good look at Remi's face. The jig is totally up. Clearly, it's the Sacred Remi hour now.
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