Getting Robbie up in the morning, when he would rather be sleeping, is much like dealing with Justin.  He rolls over.  He pretends to get up and then collapses back into the bed.  He wriggles further into his blankets.  He turns his head.  And then, eventually, he smiles.

I know then that I have him, and the game has started.  Sometimes Robbie stands up, looks at me, turns the light off, and crawls back into bed.  This morning, I started to tickle just under his jaw when I saw the smile.  His eyes fluttered, and he turned his head to the side.  This went on for a few minutes until Robbie finally gave in and stood up.

He has a few standard first-thing-in-the-morning phrases.  “Fun rest” is a favorite way to start the day.  Such a cheery outlook!  A recent addition is “Little wet, Mom”, which doesn’t quite get my morning started off on the same foot.  But this morning was something new.  Robbie popped up, huge grin on his face, and said, “I wanna go running, Mom!”

And just another lesson on how I can be more like my child…