So unless I'm totally enjoying some z's myself, one of my most favorite parts of the morning is when the little little guy wakes up from his morning nap.  This morning Sammer Jam and I were in the basement playing together when I heard some familiar noises on the monitor.  I was just about to bite into my piping hot plate of (pretend!) corn on the cob before dipping in to my (plastic!) chocolate cookie in the shape of a burger patty (all carefully and lovingly prepared for me by my first-born) in the kitchen corner when a naughty little thumping noise called down to us.  Of course I ate every bite of my delicious meal and thanked my little chef graciously before watching him skip off to play with his digger while I made my way upstairs to Maxie-Pie's room.  Here's how nap time ends each morning in our house:

First I creep as quietly as possible on our creaky floors into the boys' room.

Then I whisper my hellos and I love yous to my little wall-kicker before ducking down out of sight next to his crib.

The he giggles and I giggle and he rolls over to look for me . . .

pushes down his bumper, squishes his face against the bars and looks for his mama . . .

with some bumper-munching along the way ...

and I pop up to say hi . . .

And we both giggle and squeal!!  This fun game continues until his squeals become demanding yells!! 

 Oh I could just eat him I love him so much!

Showing off his bug socks.

Such a happy little guy.

And to think of all the goofy moments like these that I missed out on with Sam while I worked.  Oh how I love these boys!