I think the days of E sleeping until 7:00 are behind us for now. He has decided that 5:30-5:45 is really when he prefers to wake up. He used to be content in his crib and play for a while... not anymore. He cries and sticks his arms out of the slats of his crib like a prisoner. He is starving when he wakes up so I get him and feed him (as long as it's at least past 5:30). Definitely not my idea of a nice time to wake up.
I'm trying to look at the positive side of this forced start to my day. I think I found it... I've been walking everyday :) If he were to sleep until 7:00 I may just decide it was already too warm to go for a walk, but since 6:00 is such a delicious time of morning outside this time of year, I throw my clothes on and go.
The crisp air feels wonderful. I get my blood pumping and wake up. I get to see the sun rise over the mountains. Since it's summer there aren't as many people out and about. No buses going to pick up kids for school. No moms frantically trying to get their kids somewhere on time. It's much quieter, and I have to say that I do enjoy the time. As long as I get to bed at a decent hour (that means before 10:00 for me), I can handle getting up at 5:30-5:45.
The one time I definitely do not want to get up at 5:45 is on the weekend. How come babies and kids don't come with snooze buttons, or know somehow that it's the weekend and they need to give their parents a break?