The only one in this house that gets to sleep in consistently is Cooper. Last night was the first night of Ultimate, so Cooper got to stay up late watching mom run around on the fields. He also went for a long walk around the fields with dad to try to make Grant fall sleep in the stroller. Lots of doggies to look at.
Result? A kid that went to bed at almost 9pm (and slept like a rock) wakes up at... wait for it... 9:45am. Bright and sunny, demanding that I let him pour the cereal into the bowl all by himself.
I'm jealous. So is Matt, who had an 8:30am training across town.
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No surprise. No need to remind you that more than once I caught your father holding a mirror to your sleeping face to make sure you were still alive while sleeping beyond human expectations. You were still taking two naps a day when you started kindergarten. Congratulations to Cooper for inheriting The Gift from his grandmother and Uncle Nick... and to you for making sure he had ultimate conditions for nurturing said Gift.
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