I know I ought to feel this glowing love for my little boy who gently wakes me every morning, but, I'm telling you, it's one of the most annoying feelings out there. Possibly not annoying if I had time to prep myself for it, except when I'm sunk into my subconscious there is nothing aware enough within me to prepare.
So, 9 times out of 10 he ends up with me swatting his hand away and snarling "Stop it!"
I'd say poor boy, but I think it's all part of his master plan. He knows it wakes me up so he's willing to take the snarl in order to get me up. Maybe it's a little game. He does get his little giggle face going on when I do open my eyes.
His giggle look is the thing photos are made of. He scrunches his shoulders up against his cheeks and presses his fingers to his bright smile while his eyes dance and twinkle above it all. Very cute on a 4 year old... well, usually but maybe not at 7AM.
At least he doesn't climb on top of me and pry my eyelids open. I should be grateful for that at least.