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On weekdays, our early morning routine goes like this:
6:30 am - the alarm goes off. I listen to a quick recap of the latest international, national and local news.
6:34 am - I get up, go across the hall, gently wake up the little lady and she walks with me hand-in-hand, back to our bedroom.
6:35 am - We cuddle, chat and take the time to let our brains and bodies realize that the day is really starting.
6:50 am - We are out of bed and getting dressed; the day begun for real.
It's an awesome routine and one that I hope will last for years to come. Those few minutes of cuddling time with her in the morning are something I relish and enjoy.
This morning, we talked about rectangular prisms. I didn't bring up the topic, she did. I lay there trying to come to terms with the fact that she knows about rectangular prisms already. She's not even six yet. When I was in kindergarten I was learning that it's not good to eat paste (if they didn't want us to eat it, why did they give it such a yummy minty flavor?).
It's a bit ironic that she brought up three dimensional items, because just the evening before, I was having an inner rant over my meatballs for this dish. Mine are never round. They look more like eight and twelve-sided Dungeons and Dragons dice (yes, I played; I was a geek in high school and am proud of it, doggonit). >Read more.