Rooster

Apparently Kenna got the recessive early bird gene. True, her 7:30 a.m. or later wake-up time might be late according to some people’s standards. But in a house that prefers to sleep late, it can feel like the crack of dawn. Rather our family’s dominant sleep gene revels in late nights and late rises, thus making Kenna a bit of an anomaly. Stranger yet is the way in which she wakes up.

First let me explain that Matt’s preferred morning routine is to hit the snooze for an hour until he forces himself out of bed at the last minute. I just get irritated with the fact I can’t sleep longer. For Jonas’ first year, he would cry himself awake. Regardless of nighttime or naptime, the wails coming from his room alerted us to his rising. (I think it was because he was angry at realizing we had tricked him into sleeping.) But our sweet little Kenna has her own way of letting us know her day has begun. She coos and claps until someone comes to get her. And then she smiles and giggles. It’s as if she is saying, “Oh, what a beautiful day. I am so happy to be awake. I cannot wait to start the day.”

Of course I enjoyed Jonas’ 9 o’clock rise time, but the manner in which he woke left something to be desired. Hearing Kenna’s soft little voice and happy chatter makes the earlier time almost bearable…almost. Coffee helps make it more so.