This is one of those mornings I can feel myself burning out quick. I should wake my wife but I can’t bring myself to do that.
Amy pulled her folded stroller all the way down the hall to where I now sit. She says “Baby’s chair” and I unfold it for her and unlatch the tray that goes across the front. She climbs in and says “Baby buckle” to which I reply “Amy’s buckle” (she had stopped calling herself baby after seeing a new born). I help her get buckled then she wants the tray closed. Finally, the expected request, “Oootside” I rolled her to the window and told her “too cold” which she repeated and gave her a new breakfast in her chair. Both bowls of cereal now coat the floor.
