dear henry,

I'm not sure why your internal clock is telling you to wake up between 4 and 5 a.m. every day and then practically fall asleep in my arms after breakfast, but I am asking you very nicely to please reset that internal clock.  Mom-mom isn't very good at falling asleep lately, she has lots of crazy shit going on in her brain, and she usually falls asleep around 3 or 3:30.  I know you don't wake up because you are hungry or because you go to sleep too early in the evening because there have been a couple nights this past week where you have stayed up late and eaten late and you still wake up at 4 a.m.  So yeah.  Please look into that, especially since clocks are changing on Saturday so 4 a.m. will be the new 3 a.m.  I seem to remember there was a time in my life where an extra hour was the best thing ever.  Now it's just another hour I don't get to sleep.  So let's just wake up at 7 and forget that morning nap!

One more thing, the next time you decide to blow raspberries in my face with a mouth full of rice cereal/squash/corn mixture, I probably won't laugh so hard.  I mean, I might because it was so unexpected and the looks of surprise on both our faces was funny.  And it's just rice cereal so it's not like I minded when specks of it dried on my face and hair and hours later I was still picking it out because jumping in the shower seemed like too much work.  Seriously though.  It's cute but it's not so cool.

Wait.  One more thing.  I promise this is it.  I know you had a rough night tonight and I'm not sure why.  I know you don't have words to tell me your tummy hurts or your mouth hurts or you just feel like kicking someone's ass.  But here's the thing, when you're supposed to be going to sleep and you're in your room screaming bloody murder, I'm not going to go in when every few minutes you take a break from screaming to say in the sweetest voice ever, "la la la la mom-mom la la la."  That little break there let's me know you're fine and that you're a big faker and you're just pissed that you spit your pacifier out for the 10th time and I stopped replacing it.  And don't try to convince me you weren't tired because you could hardly stand up and you tried to cuddle with the big plastic container that holds a bunch of your toys.  And when I finally did take you a replacement pacifier, you fell asleep before I could run out of your room again. 

Henry, I love you more than anything and you make me so happy to be alive. 

Love,
Mom-mom