Every morning, I wake Nathan up, pretty much the same way. I rub his back, speak softly to him, tell him "good morning." Some days, it takes just a few seconds for him to wake up. Other days, I have to leave the room for a few minutes, then come back and repeat the process.
Yesterday, I woke him up to get ready for work. "Nathan, wake up. Mama's here. It's time to get up. Good morning."
It was one of those days where he woke up pretty quickly. He sat up, looked at me all groggily and said, "Where da yellow butterfly go?"
Yeah. I've got no clue either.
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Somebody must have been dreaming about a yellow butterfly. So sweet.
I agree - he must have been dreaming about a butterfly. Suck sweet dreams he probably has!
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