Coffee=Mama
My youngest has started playing with toys when he gets up in the morning. And, I know, you are saying, so what? Well, he used to come get in the bed with me every single morning. He doesn’t do that anymore. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t. Yesterday morning, he and the 6 year old were playing in the play room before the bigger boys woke up. I saw them in there, and decided to make some coffee before going in there to say hi and give my morning kisses. So, I was doing something in the kitchen and accidently let the kettle whistle for a few seconds — something that I try to avoid when everyone isn’t awake. Right when E heard the whistle of the kettle, he shouted out, “GOOD MORNIN’ MOMMY!”, and kept playing with his train.

I think that it is funny that he equates a red kettle whistling with his mother being awake. Those things do go hand in hand. And, speaking of coffee, I’m going to go make some.