Who would have ever thought...?

I am not a morning person. This is a fact. As I type this, I think about the many mornings when I was in graduate school and Staci and I would make the commute to Montevallo (from B'ham) and not talk to each other the whole 40 min ride. I also think about the mornings when I had to be in Duluth at 7 am for IEP meetings. I seriously don't know how I did it. I hear that opposites attract and this must be true, because Stephen is one of those people that wakes up singing. He pops out of bed in a good mood. Why am I sharing this? I'll have to say that over the past few months, morning has become my absolute favorite time of the day! We have this routine where as soon as Henderson wakes up, one of us goes to get him up out of bed. He then joins us in our bed where he drinks his bottle (see below). I spend that time snuggled up to him. Stephen and I talk to Henderson (or we fall back asleep for a few minutes). This is one of those small moments during the day that I savor. My whole family (including the dog) is together, quiet, in the bed first thing and we have a minute to just relax before the craziness begins. We also travel with this routine. Henderson, Hendrix, and I have been known to show up in my parents' room in West Point when Stephen is out hunting. Good thing they have a king.

I also forgot to mention that Henderson can hold his own bottle. He has been doing this for a while now. This skill is a good one!