My Favorite Kind of Saturday Morning

I took some Benadryl last night before I went to bed.  My allergies have been pretty bad lately, but I could have taken Claritin.  Instead, I chose the Benadryl because I knew it would guarantee a good night’s sleep.  I can’t remember the last time I woke up actually feeling rested.  I suppose it comes with the territory of parenting but I desperately needed to find that special place where you sleep so deeply that you wake up not feeling tired.  I usually have a really hard time getting there.  Fortunately, that little pink pill helps me when I really need it.

Around 7:30 a.m. I heard the first peeps on the baby monitor.  I knew Zach was awake, but I also knew that he would wait for me to come get him up.  Even though he can crawl out of his recently converted toddler bed, he waits.  He knows when I open the door that it is time to get up. 

I stayed in bed with my eyes closed in that foggy just waking up kind of haze.  I dozed off and on, listening to Zach talk to himself in his bed.  I can’t help but smile when I hear his chatter.  I knew that I would have to go get him up soon as it had been almost an hour since he first woke.

Hubby got up and opened the bedroom doors.  We waited to see if Zach would get up and come in our bedroom, but instead he shouted from his bed, “Mom! Mom!”  I seems I have him well trained.  Once he heard my voice assuring him it was ok to get up, he came running out of his room and headed straight for the living room.  With some vocal coaxing we finally got him to come to the bedroom, where he promptly walked to my side of the bed, grabbed my hand, and started pulling.  Time to get up!

I was a little grumpy at first, still needing some time to fully awaken before I was ready to begin the day but Zach was fine with snuggling on the couch for a bit.  Eventually he got tired of sitting still so we got some toys out and played.  I love watching how differently he plays with some of his toys now.

He picked up the remote control that was laying on the floor and started pushing buttons.  He somehow managed to turn on the dvd player and select his Laurie Berkner dvd out of the five loaded into the disc changer.  The look on his face when he heard the music start rushing through the speakers was priceless.  We immediately started up an impromptu dance party in the middle of the living room.

(he pauses for a little bit in the middle but gets going again)

There is just something special about Saturday mornings.  It is the one day of the week where we don’t have to get up and go somewhere.  We lounge around in our jammies and play all morning.  We dance, sing, play, and do whatever we feel like doing.  Zach may not remember our Saturday mornings when he gets older, but I will always remember.