Waking up is hard to do

I am a napper. I have always loved to nap. Morning naps, evening naps, long naps, pregnant naps... I love 'em all. What I don't love is waking up.

When Dillon wakes up from a nap in his swing, he looks around for a second. He blinks and opens his eyes wide. His chin puckers and his mouth stretches out into an exaggerated "sad face." If he had tears, they would well up, but he doesn't, so they don't. He opens his mouth and lets out a little lamb bleat.

I have decided that he hates waking up. You know that yucky wake-up feeling, when your head feels like a bowling ball and the light is too bright and the room is too warm (or too cold) and your mouth tastes gross? Well, that is my least favorite part, and I think it is his, too. He probably hates it for the same reasons that I do, but he has to do it four or five times a day, since he naps so much.

Hmmmm... Sounds like a fair trade to me.