|November 4, 2012, 5:30 am|
I have to say, I don't often give much thought to Daylight Savings Time. I think this is mainly because I find it very confusing that twice a year, the time changes, just like that. Clearly, time does not actually changes; the clocks do. Still, it's a bit disorienting if you dwell on it to much. What usually happens is that around the middle of March/October, I start thinking, I wonder when I have to change the clocks. Then I look it up, make a note, and that is that.
Not so this year. Lately, Elijah has been waking up rather early, by which I mean 5:30 am. I am decidedly not a morning person, and neither is my dear husband, so it only figures that I would give birth to one. Sometime before six each day, as I lie nestled all snug in my bed, I hear a little (loud) voice, calling, "Mama, I wake up! Go play downstairs." I really do love Elijah's sweet voice, but I love it just a tiny bit less when the sun has not yet risen.
Oh yes, and putting him to bed later has zero effect on his wake-up time. All that happens is he gets less sleep and is more grumpy, earlier, the next day. And so, all of this is to say that Sunday morning, at 4:50 am, Elijah was up and at 'em. The picture above is what the first hour of the day looked like before I found my glasses.
Yes, Captain Underpants couldn't wait to get a jump on his drumming, feeling that the "extra hour" would be much better spent playing that sleeping. It's a good thing he's so cute (and that he still takes a nap.)