5am!

There are nights as a mom that you are sooooo deep in sleep the calls from down the hall seem like a dream. This was me last night.

Somewhere in my head I was attending a really odd wedding involving people I didn't even socialize with in high school. There we flag people doing a routine outside the church and the guests were asked to guess the weight of the couples first child...yeah, yeah...WEIRD.

Then, Trent was calling from somewhere....mommy? nommy? Nope....NUMMMIES! Nummmies!

Groggy-brained mommy slowly filtered this information.

1. Open eye-ball and assess daylight: NONE

2. Turn head and look at clock: 5am!

3. Listen again to truly determine what he is saying: Nummmmmmies!

OMG! He woke up at 5am and is hungry? He is SO going back to sleep. This is unacceptable.

Wake up Rich and inform him of his progeny's crazy request. Go get him milk please.

Stagger to nursery. Arrive to find one happy bouncing child. 'Mak?!'

In a minute buddy, daddy is getting it.

Find that he had a primary reason for waking up....soaked in pee. Sighhh, stupid diaper leak. Change diaper. Change pajama pants. Sit in glider and wait for 'Mak' to show up.

Daddy arrives, ''Here you go buddy. Are you hungry?''

Trent, 'Nummies. Da doo''

At least he remembered to be polite at 5am.