NG1 (Doodle) & NG2 (Nugget) have been spending time over at Casa Wichi on the weekends. Keeps Dudette and I occupied as you might guess. Even though having two munchkins around can drive you nervous, there are a lot of cute times.
Weekend mornings I tend to sleep in. And I tend to come face to face with Doodle when I wake up.
He comes in and grabs my elbow and tugs at it saying, "Up. Up. Up." non-stop till my arm comes out from under the pillow. Then he grabs my fingers and pulls my arm straight out, still chanting, "Up. Up. Up". Looking serious the whole time, like it's important.
My sleep fogged mind keeps running (for some bizarre reason) dialogs like, "What boy?! You say Timmy fell down the well? And needs our help?" I never said it made sense, okay? Though, at that stage of being awaken, there are times I'm tempted to change Timmy's name with Doodle, and end the dialog with "Too bad for him", and go back to sleep.
Once my arm is out and he is leaning back using it for support, he'll look at me still all serious, then he'll point at my nose (I wear a sleep strip) and start chanting, "Nose, Pop Pop. Nose, Pop Pop. Nose, Pop Pop."
He is fascinated by this spring loaded strip of adhesive. So, once my eyes are open, I relent and say, "OK. Nose"
Given the "thumbs up", he charges right in, grabs an end, and like a nurse removing surgical tape, RIPPPPS that sucker off my nose in one motion. Once he's defeated the strip, he runs to the back hall to properly dispose of it in the trash can. How's that for a wake-up service?
And so, the day starts.
Alarm clocks happen. (though this one has no "snooze".)