This morning, I woke up at 5:55 and Niko was still sleeping. I grabbed a few things from the bedroom, opened the door, closed the door, and tiptoed down the stairs; but the stairs are not padded and the little creaks must’ve woken Niko up. When I was in the bathroom watching him on camera, he was awake and crying for momma.
Momma heard him and rescued him, but instead of going to the bedroom for milk, she came downstairs with a happy baby who was asking for dada. It made my morning to hold him, kiss him, and get a smile from him.
Tomorrow, I will wear socks so it won’t be as noisy going downstairs.
To be continued…
