I love mornings during the week. The Bean usually takes a morning nap of sorts and gets up around 9:30. This gives me time to do a few chores and check Facebook before he starts to squeak.
When I hear him, I stand at the bottom of the stairs and talk to him.
"Are you awake?" I ask rhetorically.
"Eh!" he replies.
"Do you want me to come get you?" I ask, again rhetorically.
"EEE!!!!" he responds.
So I go up and his delight in seeing me always makes me feel like the Queen of Spain! To him I am the coolest person on the planet at that moment and he bounces and crows with the delight of being awake and alive and nearly free of his crib.
I pick him up and cover him with kisses. Then we have a little routine that involves him pointing at the window, whereupon I carry him to it and he pulls the curtain aside to look for snow.
I tried to take a picture of him getting up. He anticipated the flash of the camera and squeezed his eyes shut even though I did not have the flash turned on.