Well really it's like seven thirty but when we usually sleep til nine (at least), seven thirty is really freaking early.
Clearly BG got her love of the morning (ha) from her Mama because you basically have to drag her tail out of bed. I showed you a picture the other day where after I finally got her up and moving, I found her laying down in the kitchen with her blankie, Max, and Wubbie trying to go back to sleep.
Usually when we go wake her up, it involves a lot of thrashing around, kicking the side of the crib, and standing up only to fall back down and lay down.
Apparently she also got her flair for the dramatic from her Mama. Fun.
Yesterday I decided to tape the morning ritual. Of course because of the camera she was about fifty times calmer than usual, but you can still get the idea that getting out of the bed is not high on her priority list.
I can't imagine how fun the teenage years will be.