Babies have no concept of days of the week. I know. It seems like an obvious statement. It becomes a reality, however, when your baby wakes up at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday morning. Go back to sleep, I want to say. It's Saturday baby, I want to say. Weekends are for sleeping that extra hour, I want to say. But how exactly, do you relay that to an eight month old? Answer: You don't. You get up, you make the coffee, and you begin your day as early as you begin any other day.
But you know what? It's during mornings like these that I realize how quickly time has flown. I realize that my Cash is already eight months old and isn't getting any younger. So no, he doesn't know the difference between Tuesday morning and Saturday. But you know what? I'm glad. I'm really glad.
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so funny you write about that...Erik was just trying to tell Jack (our 4 wk old) this morning that it is Saturday and he should "sleep in"....riiiiight.... yall's picture is so cute!
thats sweet- what a cute family! I miss you and your tiny shorts, pledge trainer!
-camille
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