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Monday, November 21, 2011

Waking up a Squeek...

So I have a routine when I wake up every morning.  This routine changes slightly on weekdays when I have a Squeek of course.  On the weekdays when I have her, I get to wake up extra early so that I can either take Preslie back to The Architect, or to my Mom's house.  Usually I wake up and take a shower while Preslie sleeps like a brick, sprawled across my bed.  I try to get up as quietly as possible, so as not to wake her.  First things first.  Use the bathroom, followed immediately by a shower.  A nice hot shower.

After the shower, it's time to brush my teeth, and then finish getting dressed.  Usually somewhere around this point I will start the process of waking up a Squeek.  This can be tricky.  While she is normally a sweet little angel, she has a tendency to dart back under the blankets upon being woke up and realizing that I've turned the light on.  This is where she temporarily turns into a vicious Papa Bear eating Tiger.  Tiny fingernails have been known to spring in and out from under said blankets.  One must be careful.  If I survive the wake up, I get her dressed and then stuff a vitamin into her mouth as quickly as possible.  Quickly because I don't want to lose a finger.  I need them for work. 

This morning, however, was a little different. 

While I was brushing my teeth, I heard a tiny knock on the door.  I shut off the sink and responded, "Hello?"  I heard a very awake Squeek reply, "Papa Bear, I need to go potty."  Of course I said, "OK" and opened the door to let her in.  She walked right in and then plopped herself down on the toilet to do her business, while I finished brushing my teeth.  Just as she was about to flush the toilet, I said to her,"Hey Tiny, did you wake up?"  Next came the best possible response a 4-year old could retort to such an intelligent question.

"Yeah.  Duh." 


For a brief second I tried to stay serious, because I don't want my 4-year old Daughter saying "Duh" to her Father. 

Instead I burst into laughter and started to choke on a mouthful of toothpaste. 

Squeek 1.  Papa Bear 0.

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