I have tried to explain to Mickayla that time before 8am doesn't exist. And yet somehow a little baby comes into my room, poking me and screaming "MOOOOOOOOM" at 7:15 this morning. I grab her and pull her into bed and try and get her back to sleep... she pretends to be asleep for a min and I get some snuggles, but no its not gonna happen, shes up and wants to play. She asks where DaDa is, and I tell her hes at work, and shes not happy. I think she got used to him being there in the mornings on Sat and Sun. So we get up, I go to make coffee and she goes to find Pandora. And our morning starts.... a little early, but thats okay.
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