Yes, he is that. He is my early bird. Somehow, morning seems to come between 4am and 5am for Liam. Not my favorite trait of his. He's getting better about going back to sleep if I grab my pillow and crash beside him in his twin bed. Let me tell you, this is the pinnacle of comfort. Arms fall asleep. I lay there, terrified to move an iota, lest I wake up the lightest sleeper in the world. At least he awakes cheerful and chatty. That's a good thing. (Note: please read that last line with dripping sarcasm)
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Perfect picture for an early riser!
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