The morning ritual at our house is for Salem to come downstairs whenever she wakes up (normally about 7:00 - 7:30) and come join us in our bed (Ryan's been a good sleeper and is either still in his bassinet at this time, or is already in our bed after the morning changing). The communal bed doesn't allow us to sleep quite as late as we'd like, but usually buys us an extra 30 minutes to an hour (if we're lucky).
This morning we were very lucky, and it was 9:00 by the time Salem
started to stir, but when
she awoke she was quite hungry. Chantell and I weren't nearly as perky
as was evidenced by our pace of getting out of bed. Come to think
of it, that fact doesn't distinguish this particular morning from any
other, except for the laugh we got from Salem as she tugged at us and
said I'm hungry! Guys, I need help feeding me!
