Well, those plans are shot. I was having unusually odd dreams this morning, in the nine minute increments between hitting the snooze button on my alarm clock. The alarm is set to radio. And public radio at that, instead of the uber-annoying beeping. So that may have influenced my dreams somewhat. But it all came to a grinding halt when the little man burst into my room (the kid knows how to make an entrance) a full half hour earlier than he usually does. That whole thing is pretty new to begin with. He only recently defeated the safety cover on his doorknob. It was there to give me twenty minutes or so of peace in the morning…so I could shower, dress, pack lunches, and sometimes check my email, before attending to his needs. Then I’d enter his room to either find him asleep still, or happily playing with building blocks. Alas, those days are gone. Now that he’s more mobile. But thankfully there are frozen waffles to keep him occupied. And he has yet to defeat the safety lock on the fridge.