TOBIN'S MORNING

This morning, as I lay in bed not wanting to get up for work, Tobin woke up.

I heard the footsteps before anything else. He'd gotten his own door open and released himself from the bedroom. Our door slid open, and then he quietly shut it again behind him. (This is opposite of Blane's technique of slamming it open as hard as he can.) He then walked around to Kristen's side, climbed up into her face, loved on her with some kisses and snuggled into the covers. After a few moments of that, he loved on me. Then he pointed to the kitchen. He wanted milk. After I returned with his milk, he got out of our bed. He went to the tv and turned it on, then adjusting the volume to his liking. He motioned to me, which meant - "put it on a cartoon-y channel please." At that point he was good and settled in for the morning.

He'll be 18 months old in about 3 more weeks...