Lumpyhead wakes up in the morning ready to go. The minute he opens his eyes, he bolts from his room at full speed. Bump and I hear his door squeak, immediately followed by the THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of the boy running down the hall. "Goddamn," we'll grumble at each other over the thundering, "how many children are out there?"
Lula - like her father and me - takes a few minutes to wake up. She's happy to lie in her bed quietly for awhile, spending her first few post-sleep moments drowsy.
What about your kids? You? Do you wake up ready to take on the day at a dead run, or do you scowl at anyone who crosses your path during the first fifteen minutes?
More importantly, will Lumpyhead outgrow this Morning Person phase, or will he be our alarm clock for the next fifteen years?