Dear 5am...

Dear 5am... I hate your guts. You make me sick. You are the scum between my toes. Love, Alyssa.

Yep, that's right, I'm channeling the Little Rascals in this blog entry. Above, you will see a picture of the bassinet where Nathaniel has been sleeping the last few nights (and where our latest 5am adventure took place).

I awoke this morning to Nathaniel fussing around five. He normally wakes between 4:30 and 5 so this was nothing out of the ordinary. After feeding and changing him, I put him back into his bassinet (currently more convenient for us than having him in the crib) and climbed into our bed. Within minutes, Nathaniel was fussing again so I got up to check on him and my hand happened to touch the sleeping pad near his face... it was SOAKED.

I put Nathaniel on our bed while I investigated the cause of the wetness. After turning on the light, I realized that the pad, the sheet, and my little boy's blanket were covered in spit-up, thus necessitating a complete cleaning of the bassinet.

By the time I cleaned Nathaniel's bed, put him down, and crawled back in next to Jonathan, it was 6am and all the commotion had woken my husband. I was frustrated to still be awake, but Jonathan rolled over and gave me a backrub... which made the whole experience worthwhile. But I still hate 5am.