Brad and I used to be notorious night owls. And we used to love to sleep in on the weekends. Back in our pre-Tate days I used to joke that we needed to add a morning person to our relationship to help us get up and be more productive on Saturdays and Sundays. Little did we know how much our 2-foot-tall morning person would shake things up.
In addition to being a morning person, Tate also plans ahead. He decided to spring forward a few weeks before the rest of the country and he now wakes up at 6 am every day instead of 7. Like clockwork. And he's also started waking up several times during the night. He seems legitimately hungry (growth spurt?) so I don't want to try letting him cry it out. Brad and I are both exhausted and looking pretty rough these days. I'm seriously thinking of blowing off the change to Daylight Savings Time this weekend and just operating on Sandra Time until we fall back in October. That's how much I want to hold onto that extra hour of sleep.
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