Good Morning, Mommy

An early-morning door opens and shuts its way into my dreams. Little feet patter down the hallway.

"It's morning-time!"

Ay. Yes, the morning after a thunderstorm-night, when both Patrick and I were up more than once with Cambrie. And in she walks, bright and chipper, holding something very loud and crinkly.

"Cambrie," the words croak out of my tired mouth, "what do you have?"

She sets her prize next to me on the bed. My wary-mom-radar calms down; it's a baby toy, a parrot--the kind that hangs from a carseat handle and has very crinkly wings.

"This is for my little brother."

"Oh, that's sweet of you..."

"He's not born yet." Very true. But, uh, thanks for the toy? "He needs to stay in your tummy a LOOOOONG time."

She says this last part as she's marching away, dragging one of her baby dolls (a naked one, of course, as are all the dolls she owns that are unfortunate enough to come with removable clothing) by the hand. She moves until there's a little more space, then grabs both of the doll's hands. She starts to spin.

"Ring-around-a-rosie, pock-a-full-a-posies, ashes, ashes, we all. Fall. Down."* She and the doll plop on the floor. I smile from my warm bed. This is worth waking up to.

Oh, my little girl. My wonderful little girl.

She trots back to me. "Mommy, you like that song?"

"Yes, I do."

"Oh." A pause. Then, matter-of-factly, "I leaked."

"You...what?" *Sigh* Looks like another impromptu load of laundry for some wet PJs today.

Good morning, mommy. Time to get up.

*For those worried I'm corrupting my child with nursery rhymes about death, put your mind to rest, here. Umm, not that I was really worried, even before I saw that Snopes article. Definitely just looked that up 15 minutes ago. Cambrie's known the song for about a year. :-)