Running on Coffee

I am on a caffeine high this morning. I’ve been up since 4:10 a.m.

His Royal Highness, Mr. Must-Eat-Now, woke up then and demanded his breakfast. Normally I would have let him cry it out, but he’s been doing this strange eating pattern lately where he’s eating more solid foods and nursing less. In other words, it had been twelve hours since I last nursed him. Ouch. Yeah, I was about ready to go and wake him up myself.

After that, he was in a cheerful mood and ready to stay up for the day. At 4:30.

Since I usually get my daughter off to preschool at 6:15 with her dad (they keep early hours), there wasn’t much point in trying to convince the baby to go back to sleep. So, early morning for me. I’m hoping that I can still get some good writing in this morning without my fingers shaking all over the keyboard from the tank of coffee I’ll be consuming. :typing:

Last night, my boy went out bike riding with his dad. He was watching his front wheel instead of the road and hit a parked truck. :duh: Poor boy got scrapes and bruises, but that’s all part of learning to ride. My husband was incredulous. “How do you hit a parked truck? How is that possible?”

Genetics, my dear husband. Yes, I, too, hit stationary objects when I was learning to ride. A large green dumpster comes to mind. And no, I don’t have any explanation for how I managed that one, except perhaps a gross lack of coordination. Let’s just say that the Tour de France was never in my future.

Did you ever hit any unmoving targets when you were learning to ride a bike?