Alex is just so quiet in the mornings. Take this morning. I decided to go downstairs and get dinner in the slow cooker and start Eric’s coffee before I got Alex out of bed. I did this because he was sound asleep yesterday morning and I hadn’t heard anything out of him so far. So I went down and got things started. Never heard anything out of the monitor. I went back upstairs and opened the door, fully expecting Alex to be asleep in his bed. Alex jumps up from the changing pad by the door and races for the bed, scaring me to death. I screamed. Eric laughed at me. Alex calmly got his animals and headed for the door, oblivious.
I am grateful most of the time that he’s such a good, quiet little boy in the mornings, but sometimes I wish he would at least make a small peep so I know that he might not be where I’m expecting him to be. This is the second time in a week that he’s startled me by being near the door when I open it.