The last two mornings Bella woke up at 6 and 6:30. Annoying, but understandable. By her internal clock, after all, that was 7 and 7:30.
“At least she’s not getting up at 4,” Dom said.
Famous last words.
This morning. 4:30. Screaming child. I wait, hoping she’ll turn over and go back to sleep. No dice. I go in hoping I might be able to soothe her back to sleep. Nope. Chatty chatty girl is clearly wide awake. Worse, she insists on seeing daddy. On his getting out of bed and putting on his shirt. And then we wake up my poor sister who is still recovering from pneumonia.
I think she’s teething. Good timing, Bella.
