you awake?

so today the garbage truck comes...early...too early for me.
last night it was hot in the loft so i slept with the slider open (the slider faces the street, in my lovely urban dwelling). at 5:11 am i hear the birds chatting it up, and then i remember the slider is open and that damn truck will be here any minute so rather than drag my ass out of bed, i cover my head with my pillow to block it out and happily drift back to sleep.

a few hours later i hear some sweet chirpy sounds...it's the little dude. i can't make out what he's saying (pillow and all) but i smile. he continues to chatter away, clearly in a good mood. moving the pillow i hear him sweetly inquiring if i am waking up.
"are you waking up now mama?"
yes baby. i remain horizontal, eyes still closed,thinking ah...this is such a nice way to wake up.
then i hear..."mama, what will we do after you wipe my bottom?"
what? eyes open now.
ummm...are you pooping chicalito?
"i AM!" he joyfully replies in his most sugary voice.

hmmmmm....i can't help but laugh as i get up to go downstairs thinking, okay in just 3 weeks this little guy will be 5....5 and it will be time for self-wipin!! (i know, i know...beyond time, but man if you only knew how long it took for him to accept poop as a way of life, then to get himself on the potty by himself you'd be about where i am, the final weeks of mama wipin!)