I woke up at 7:30 this morning with the feeling that someone or something was staring at me and low and behold I peep my eyes up to see a very sleepy faced, and very pissed off little man staring back at me from behind the bars of his crib. I started talking to him to try to wake him up a little so he wouldn't cry, but here came the grumbles. He reached up his little arms and pulled at my skin and shirt to try to get out of his little 'cell', and then he put his chin into his chest and gave me the mean face some more, and when I laid him down he started throwing his usual tantrum for the boob. Thus the morning ritual, which can start anywhere from 3 or 4 a.m. on until we wake up for good or give up and go grab a bottle and the rocking chair. It's not that I mind the arm behind and around my head so he can eat, or even that he hogs the bed like crazy because he stretches out and then cuddles up to you while laying sideways, it's just the mean face. Why he doesn't just start talking or let out a little cry is beyond me. But waking up every morning to see the angry munchkin face is just plain not nice. It's not Mommy's fault that you have your own, stylish, and perfectly comfy bed to sleep in at night. It's not Mommy's fault that you're too little to shimmy out of it and do what you want while she catches a few moments of much needed rest. Why do you make Mommy's day start out on such a sour note? The world may never know.