rise and shine, it’s breakfast time

“Mommy, wake up!”

Heather fluttered her eyes against the darkness of the room, then squeezed them tightly shut and groaned.  It was much too early.  “Go back to sleep, darling.”


Small hands pressed firmly against the exposed flesh of her cheek.  She tried to ignore it, but they were insistent.  Heather refused to open her eyes.  She nestled deeper into her blankets, shying away from her child’s touch.  “Katy,” her words were spoken from that half-sleep realm when the mind can function but the body doesn’t want to play nice, “it’s too early to be up, sweetheart.  Go back to bed.”

“The man in the radio said I should come and get you.”

Yawning, “Tell him it’s too early too, then shut off the radio and get a little more sleep for Momma.  Can you do that?”

Heather felt Katy’s hands leave her face, and heard the tiny footsteps receding away.  Sleep rushed back to claim her, “Silly little girl and her vivid …”  She was out before she could finish her thought.

Katy sheepishly approached the radio in the living room.  It had been her grandparents and was considered an antique.  She didn’t understand that word, she just knew her parents used it whenever she asked if she could play with it.  “Mommy says its too early and I should shut you off and go back to bed.”

“Oh, don’t do that.  If you go back to bed, who shall I play with?”

A tiny door slid open and the miniature man stepped forward to wink at Katy.  She smiled and held her hand out to him.  He gracefully stepped onto her waiting palm, “Now let’s go see what kind of breakfast we can throw together in the kitchen.  How does that sound?”

Katy beamed and nodded in agreement.  Holding her new friend carefully she tip-toed into the kitchen.  She had visions of pancakes drenched in syrup dancing in her head and could barely contain her excitement.

“We just need to be quiet so we don’t wake your mother.  Set me down on the counter, and then open the fridge so I can see what we have to work with.”


Word Count: 362

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No really; I need rules!

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That’s a tasty award

C.K. Hope nominated me for… well, it was more of an open invitation to pick an award out of the several up for offer, but how could I pass up on getting to write about these delicious looking sweets… the Super Sweet Blogging Award!

I’m not sure if these are the actual rules that go with this award, but it’s what we are using today regardless:

1-Answer the 10 random questions or those of your own choosing.
2-Nominate 10 other bloggers for the Award and link their blog sites.
3-Notify the bloggers of their awards.
4-Ask the award winners to answer the 10 questions when they accept their Award.

Here are the questions that C.K. asked:
1-Do you have a goal in life?  It’s pretty simple… be a good person and have fun.  As long as I’m striving towards that I can’t really go wrong.
2-City or Countryside? Mountains?  Does that count as “countryside?”  If I could live in the mountains I would…
3-What was the last word you looked up in the dictionary?  Antidisestablishmentarianism – which I looked up just now specifically because according to Wikipedia it is the longest word to appear in a dictionary that isn’t disputed for technical or coined reasons.  And yes, I was trying to find the longest word, so this whole answer is completely staged.
4-If you had a time machine where would you go? … nowhere.  But I would rent it out for others to use, for a small fee, of course.  I thought about this for awhile – and no matter what time I could pick there would be positives and negatives about visiting that time/place and the risk of not being able to return to here/now would be too great.
5-Pirate or Vampire? “Hello.  Pirate.”  I rarely cheat.  Honestly.  But I do tend to think that “rules” are more guidelines than anything else. 
6-Are you easily satisfied or do you keep working to obtain something? Easily satisfied, mellow, go with the flow…
7-Sweet or Savoury? Sweet!  (Dude?)
8-Do you believe in Karma? Of course.
9-Which is your favorite Comedy film? Monty Python’s Spaceballs in Tights Married an Axe Murderer Holy Grail – Best.  Film.  Ever.
10-Fantasy or Sci-fi? – Fantasy.  I’d take sorcery over stun guns any day.

Look out!  You’ve been nominated:
1.  Kim
2.  UndercoverL
3.  Fibot
4.  Wiley
5.  Beth
6.  Jackie
7.  Ritu KT
8.  Mary-Ann
9.  dmauldin
10.  Zeinab

And, if you wouldn’t mind, could you please answer me these questions ten:
1.  Do you think it’s weird that the Breakfast Club ate lunch rather than breakfast?
2.  If you had Breakfast at Tiffany’s would you order the eggs or the diamonds?
3.  Have you watched the movie Layercake?  Thoughts on that experience?
4.  If you boarded the Pineapple Express, which stop would you get off at?
5.  Do you prefer American Pie over pies from other countries?  What is your favorite?
6.  If the forecast for the day was Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, would you stay inside?
7.  Do you slather Space Jam on your toast in the mornings?  Or do you prefer something else?
8.  Have you ever had to Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner?
9.  Do you drink a glass of warm Milk before bed?
10.  Have you ever had a Chicken Run away from you before?

smack smacks

I woke this morning just before 6AM to a sound I was somewhat familiar with but not used to hearing as my alarm: smack, smack, slurp, smack, smack, smack, pop, gurgle, smack, smack.

Softer than either of my two normal alarms it gently rocked me awake rather than startling me out of my slumber.

Smack, smack, gurgle, smack, smack.

Out of context it took me a few seconds to realize what I was hearing.  I’d heard that sound before, sure, but not that often yet, and never so early in the day.  Usually it was an afternoon or evening sound.  As I shook off the cobwebs of my three-hour nap (“Wow, it’s been three hours, that’s great” – with no sarcasm at all), I smiled as understanding reached me.

The smack smacks continued.  With an occassional coo as well.

Smack, smack, pop, smack, pop, coo, gurgle, giggle, coo, smack, smack.

Rather than waking to an actual alarm telling me I need to get up for work, or a screaming alarm telling me that a change and some food are needed, the little prince decided he’d find his fingers this morning and suck on them for a bit… before letting us know that he still needed a change and his breakfast.

It.  Was.  Adorable.

Smack, pop, snap, smack, slurp, coo, smack, smack.

So, I laid there for a few minutes and let him entertain himself with his fingers, enjoying this peaceful transition into wakefulness, and then when the smack smacks stopped I threw back the covers and rolled out of bed to rescue him from his diaper before handing him off to the queen.

It’s going to be another great day.