Piper has, somehow, figured out the purpose of the baby monitor.
She has also figured out that the wall between her room and ours is quite thin. Well, maybe not as thin as downright echo-y.
So at 6 am, when someone decides it’s time to be up for the day, after she’s been up multiple times over the course of the night I’m greeted by a cacophony of miscellaneous sounds amplified by the nearby monitor.
And when I go in to get said child, this is the face I’m find.
And suddenly, the sleep deprivation-induced frustration is swept away and I’m left with a great big smile. Definitely the right way to start the day.