“Mommy? Mommy, are you still sleeping?” B is whispering this into my ear as I sleep . . .
I don’t say a word, hoping he will take pity on his poor tired and sleepy mom and let me be, for at least a moment longer.
This boy of mine. No matter what time he goes to bed, as soon as the crack of dawn is upon us, he is up and at ’em.
“B — we are on vacation — you can sleep in if you want . . .” I try and convince him.
He is still standing next to me, I can feel his presence — he is probably pondering his next move . . .
Then hubby says, “Good Morning B,” with all smiles (I can hear him smiling, does that make sense?) and he is next to rise and now it’s official, our day has begun. But after the fog clears from my sleepy head, I am grateful for the early morning wake up call. I look outside and see that the clouds moved out overnight and a beautiful pastel sunrise is on its way.
These two posts of mine covering our trip to Kalaloch Beach State Park is proof of the Olympic Peninsula’s moody weather behavior. Cloudy, cozy and drizzling one day and the next? Nothing but blue skies. I took at least a million pictures.
Hubby and B headed down to the beach for a game of soccer while Oliver and I pulled ourselves together and made a skillet breakfast fit for an Olympic Peninsula king :)