When Irini wakes up she starts to look around her bed. Realizing that no one is there with her she begins a slow, but ever increasing, moan/cry/yell to gain the attention of her parents sleeping away in the other bedroom. She cries only for as long as it takes for one parent to open his/her eye (usually just one), recognize that daylight has, in fact enveloped the room, and clumsily clamors out of bed. The following few moments have to do with trying to keep from tripping on one's own feet, not ramming into the corner of the wall or bumping one's head into a half-shut door. Around the corner, and closer to Irini's room one can't help but wake up by the increasing volume of a small - but rapidly developing - pair of lungs. Finally, the long-anticipated arrival of a smiley face, two strong hands and one swooping movement gets Irini up and out of that confinement and into the world.
The parent described above is usually mommy. She takes Irini back around the hallway, past the same doors and corners, back into a now-brightly lit bedroom, and drops Irini onto the queen-sized bed. Daddy shifts a bit with the weight of his daughter landing on the mattress, but doesn't move otherwise. Irini, now recognizing that immediate and desperate actions are necessary to wake this slumbering parent, moves slowly at first, with a snicker eaking out of her lips. As she takes a step or two, and gets closer to her target, she can no longer control herself... her feet move swiftly (albeit in very small steps to keep from falling over on the sinking mattress) and, with a flop and a thump, lands right on daddy's chest, his arm, even his head sometimes. Daddy, knowing what is coming, and having begun his espionage mission for the morning, has a counter-attack planned, but has waited patiently this entire time, waiting for "the plop". As he feels her body shift forward and her weight plunge into his belly, he pulls her over to her side on the mattress. What ensues is a "take no prisoners" tickle session with little regard to the peaceful surroundings outside our window, filling the room with laughter and giggles. Mommy soon descends as well, in a bundle of joy and laughter and love. What a start to a day? Any day.
The parent described above is usually mommy. She takes Irini back around the hallway, past the same doors and corners, back into a now-brightly lit bedroom, and drops Irini onto the queen-sized bed. Daddy shifts a bit with the weight of his daughter landing on the mattress, but doesn't move otherwise. Irini, now recognizing that immediate and desperate actions are necessary to wake this slumbering parent, moves slowly at first, with a snicker eaking out of her lips. As she takes a step or two, and gets closer to her target, she can no longer control herself... her feet move swiftly (albeit in very small steps to keep from falling over on the sinking mattress) and, with a flop and a thump, lands right on daddy's chest, his arm, even his head sometimes. Daddy, knowing what is coming, and having begun his espionage mission for the morning, has a counter-attack planned, but has waited patiently this entire time, waiting for "the plop". As he feels her body shift forward and her weight plunge into his belly, he pulls her over to her side on the mattress. What ensues is a "take no prisoners" tickle session with little regard to the peaceful surroundings outside our window, filling the room with laughter and giggles. Mommy soon descends as well, in a bundle of joy and laughter and love. What a start to a day? Any day.
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