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4am Wake-up Call

This photo was taken yesterday, whilst attempting to document his newly discovered love of fridge magnets (Apparently they're the best toy ever, but only after working out that only the black side sticks to the fridge).

Who could resist that little face? Even at 4am? Me apparently.

Mikey woke up early, I'm not sure how early. He woke me at 4am by jumping on my back and when I finally got up and turned on the bedroom light I could see he'd already been up a while. He had emptied several of the dresser drawers in the bedroom, as well as ripping up some papers he had found on my bedside table and relocating some of my books.

I have no idea how I didn't wake up. He must have sneaked out of the bed like a ninja. Yes we've been sharing a bed again, he wakes in his crib at about midnight and I am so tired I just bring him to bed with me. The sleep training did not go down well with anyone in the near vicinity so I guess it will have to wait, despite the fact that he is a horrible co-sleeper this is the only way at the moment that I can get at least 4 hours of consecutive sleep.

It's 6am now and he appears to be content with his early wake up. He's standing on the chair at our window, watching the lights of the cars that drive past. This is another of his new found fascinations and it's especially exciting when emergency vehicles drive past with their lights flashing. As soon as we came out of the bedroom he crawled over to the chair and climbed up.

I'm watching old movies on MGM. Probably the only good thing about being up this early, I can get some of my old movie fix. I can see the sky outside is starting to get light, it's at that pretty dark blue phase right now. It'll soon be officially morning and I will be ready for a nice nap.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.