You taked a nap with me and I love you

Oliver went through a (thankfully short lived) phase of waking up around 5. 

A.M. 

Five in the morning. 

5:00. 

This is an early early time when no child should ever be awake. 

The first morning it happened I panicked (crazy I know, since  I never panic about anything). He didn't have school that day, so I decided he would take a morning nap. My reasoning was that there was no way any human child would naturally wake up that early and be still be rested and that a nap would "reset" his system and save our afternoon from certain emotional volatility brought on by extreme exhaustion. 

So we made it "Mommy and Oliver morning" and stayed in our pj's and read books in bed and even lit a candle to make it as cozy as possible. I laid down with him and even started to drift off myself (a cruel irony of life is that by the time you would love a nap, you can't make them a regular part of your schedule). But Oliver was not buying into my whole "reset your system/how on earth can you be awake" plan and he rolled around in bed forever. 

Finally I rocked him to sleep--which I haven't done in forever. After I got over my frustration at "wasting" my entire morning, it was such a sweet time. Probably one of the last times I will rock my boy to sleep ever. 

Precious. 

The sweetness lasted for a while, but then my rear end fell asleep and the rocking chair felt much harder than it did when we started rocking. Still sweet, just not super comfortable. 

After he woke up we headed out to get groceries together. Oliver tolerates grocery shopping because he gets a free cookie at Meijer. On the way there he said "I want to share my cookie with you."

I told him that was so nice, but I didn't need a bite. He insisted. 

"You taked a nap with me and I love you and I want to share my cookie with you."

Sometimes "wasting" your morning and losing feeling in the lower half of your body is just about the best thing you can do.