Morning on mommy's off-work days goes something like this:
"Waa-waa" or vigorously shake the side of the crib if P is in a good mood.
Today P was in a good mood, so...
Shake, shake, shake at 7:00am.
"Mommy is coming, Pa P."
Mommy walks into the room and P is pointing to his Little People toys on the floor.
Mommy takes P from his crib and lets him gather up his Little People, just to drop them all again a few minutes later in favor of some other toy.
"Let's go eat breakfast," mommy says.
"What would you like to eat, P?"
"We are not having macaroni and cheese for breakfast."
"Mac-a, Mac-a," all the way to the kitchen; spots sesame street cup on the counter and changes mantra to "Aahh Aahh Aahh..."
Mommy puts P in high chair and fills Aahh Aahh cup with milk.
Makes P some bananas, peaches and cottage cheese for breakfast, which he enjoys just as much as Mac-a, Mac-a because the kid eats anything.
Mommy checks email, ebay and meetup websites while P is eating... stops to refill cottage cheese, and decides that P deserves a post on mommy's blog because he is such a neat eater...
Mommy has to go now, because Paul has just said "Peeta," which means he wants to play Peek-a-Boo over the counter. And what P wants, P gets... except for Mac-a, Mac-a for breakfast.