I've taken to making Daddy watch the sunrise. Sunrises in Brooklyn are particularly nice, with the large eastern facing window. I cry, they wake up, daddy comes and changes me. And I get to lay there, staring out the window at the ever-changing sunrise.
The last couple mo(u)rnings have been foggy, with crappy sunrises as a result. Days like that I hardly wonder why I bother to scream at 5:00am and think, I should just sleep through the night!
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