Early riser

6:20 am I awake, startled by my daughter crying in the hallway outside my room. She seems even more startled when I rush to pick her up and find out whats wrong. All she wants is to not got back to bed, so we start the day not so bright and early. Change the diapee, let the dogs out, cuddle under the kiki, get some goldfish?? (not really breakfast food, but whatever) get some fruit (thats better), split a cupcake (also not really morning food, but so satisfying that is should be) turn on Dora, cuddle more, she's surprisingly not interested in Dora today, go to her room, get adorned in a crown, glasses and pearl necklace. Nice nice! Try to take it off and put it on her, fit begins, crown goes back on mom's head, it's pinching but that's a small price to pay for starting your day looking fabulous. Then little one decides its time to go walking, wow, its been 2 hours already. We bundle up for the windy morning walk, leash up the dogs and head out on our adventure. It reminds me of when she was a wee rooterbug. We would walk every morning and usually not make it past the neighbors yard because all she really wanted to do was sit on the sidewalk and pick up rocks, examine them and covet them as if they were precious treasures and then entrust me and my large pockets with all of them. Now we are on to hunting for beebees (airsoft pellets). She scours the paths for them like a hawk and is no less excited about finding a new one then she was the first time she ever came across one. Its a delightful little game. We made it to the park eventually. Climbed and slid and swung and laughed and dug. Even the dogs got to be free in the desert for a moment or two, and daddy showed up after 3 hours of extra sleep, looking chipper and ready to do some climbing, swinging, and sliding of his own. It was a fantastic morning for all.