6:45: What’s the time? He’s still asleep?! Sweeeeet! Roll over go back to sleep.
6:55: But that’s weird. He always gets up at 6:45. Check to make sure he’s breathing. He is. Back to bed.
7:10: Seriously? Not even for a bottle!? Dont be crazy Aisha. He’s sleeping in. Do the same!
7:15: Fever. Must be. Check forehead. Normal. Don’t question good fortune, get some shut eye now!
7:30: No point in trying to fall asleep, he’ll be up any minute now.
7:45: He’ll be up any minute now.
8:00: He’ll be up any minute now.
8:15: He’ll be up any minute now.
8:45: He’s up. See. I knew it.
When I went into his room to get him, he looked at me, pointed, and laughed. He’s frankly been in the best mood ever. So I’m fairly certain he did it on purpose. To mess with me. And it worked.