Mornings

I am not a morning person. Never have been, will most likely never be. Sometimes I would get up after Evan had left for work and I would not want to talk to anyone until I had to - which was the minute I walked through the door at work. I would take the stairs to avoid taking the elevator with some random person because I was not ready to say hello yet...not until I knew I had to. On Father's Day I came rushing out of the bedroom because I realized Evan was fixing Liliana's breakfast...see, every day of the week I get up with and take care of Liliana - except Sunday...well since it was Father's Day - I was going to let him sleep. So anyway, I come running out and tell him I was going to take care of her and he just laughed and said, "Marla, you're eyes aren't even open yet!" Which was true, they were closed, completely not a morning person. Evan is lucky to get a head nod out of me in the morning. Sometimes he will be lucky and get a grunt. If he is really, really, really lucky - he might get a mumbled hello...maybe.

However, I have noticed something has changed - we now have a kid. A few years ago when Evan and I went on vacation with my family, Evan asked me why I talk to my niece in the morning but not him...I told him there is something different about kids. They are so gosh darn cute and they just talk...I do not have to think...and how could I not talk to them, they would be crushed.

There are some mornings when I get out of bed and Evan says good morning to me and he will get the head nod - but then 30 seconds later I am holding a conversation with him because I saw Liliana awake and smiling at me, so then I start talking to her and everything is good. There is something about those cute little faces that make my morning better...and gets me to talk.