Excuse me? I ain't got time for that in my morning routine. I'm a busy-ass female. I do it on the streetcar. Lean in.
I do not remember giving you permission to think about me masturbating. Please try and secure my written consent in advance next time, thanks.
Aw, the OP's mornings sound lovely.
Baby usually wakes me between 7 and 8, and we cuddle for a half hour or so before heading to the kitchen. I brew a single cup of coffee and put together breakfast for us both...this summer it's usually a bowl of berries or melon and a muffin or scrambled eggs. We eat out back on the patio in the shade of some large walnut trees and feed our crumbs to a squirrel we've named Fritz. I've almost got Fritz eating out of my hand. Baby watches him closely and quietly until he can no longer hold his excitement and then squeals loudly enough to send Fritz scrambling up a tree and onto his favorite branch, where he lounges like a cat, sprawled out with limbs dangling. Baby crawls over the grass while I finish my coffee. Then we'll head inside, and clean up and get dressed for the day.
Mid-morning is spent folding laundry, sweeping, dusting, etc. while baby plays in the nursery. When I've finished my tasks, we settle down together and look at board books or talk with his stuffed animals or play simple learning games like "Where's your nose?" When he begins to tire, we snuggle up again, and he nurses while he drifts off to sleep. I usually lay beside him with one arm pinned beneath his head and watch the news or HGTV or use my phone to check FB or read here. He usually sleeps until lunchtime.
I used to dread getting out of bed, but no longer. I really enjoy our quiet, routine morning hours together.
