My older kiddos roll out of bed early and hit the ground running. They’ve been that way from the very beginning.
Not S. No, my sweet middle girl takes after her momma. And that means waking up doesn’t come easy.
Every morning she rolls out of bed and walks down the hallway thumb in mouth, eyes half open, hair disheveled, blanket dragging. And, never fail, some of the first (very) few words out of her mouth are, “I want orange juice.”
She does not function well without her orange juice. It’s like her body doesn’t wake up until she has that jolt of fructose. In fact, we’ve been known to ration orange juice (or make a grocery trip just to get it) to make sure she has at least a small cup. It gets ugly around here otherwise.
Seriously, it’s like coffee for the three year old set.