of changing that. so i slid out of bed softly, trying not to disturb her, and stumbled through the house. i found our little early bird standing up in his crib, looking much more ready for the day than i felt. sometimes it’s hard to tell whether i am the early bird getting the worm, or the early worm getting eaten alive.
“good morning, baby.” i gave him a new diaper, a drink of water, and a banana. by that time i had given up on going back to bed.
on a summer morning i might have put him in the jogging stroller and taken him along for my morning run, but 