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Morning Routine

Patrick's morning routine has evolved quickly ... as he, himself grows like a weed. The first few months were amazing; he loved to get up with us and explore a brand new world. His beginning of each new day has not become any less enthusiastic, just a bit more complicated.

I generally get up before Jen and most mornings he's been asleep as well as I left for work. A few days ago, he's added a new dimension that Jen has confessed to loving.

What has occurred is that Patrick has started waking just as I finish getting dressed, before I am completely ready to go. I generally allocate extra time to coast just before I leave. With him waking, I've gotten him from his crib ... generally crying gently (him, not me).

The first time he did this I placed him sitting on the bed, unable to get his tears to stop. I decided to lay down to rest until Jen could take him.

He stopped crying as my head hit the pillow. He gave me a curious look and moved to lay down facing me. After about ten second of staring, he lifted himself up, located his mother's pillow and dropped his head, eyes closed as soon as he touched down.

This routine has continued now for three days and is amazing ... giving both Jen and I some wonderful memories. I can't wait to see what's next.
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