In the mornings we have a slightly chaotic routine, mostly because I do not want to get out of bed. The last step of our routine, before I decide that being trampled upon is too rough that early in the morning, is for my son to climb on my bed, over me, and look out the window. Today, there was snow and some trucks outside, so his attention was rapt for quite some time. And I had to get up and at 'em to get our car fixed bright and early. (It's done, by the way, but I do not want to walk back to the car place in the snow quite yet. Maybe later).
All that to say, Eli was awake, and cute, and the light was great, and I was actually standing up. My favorites from our early morning session.