Lola munching on strawberry waffles and bananas while pondering the ridiculousness of the Today Show.
Jack keeping watch at his window perch, while Adele takes a rare moment to rest while Lola is confined to her highchair.
Me, in all my post-early-morning-gym-run glory. Seriously, the beauty is indescribable.
With this pregnancy, my "morning sickness" doesn't hit until around 5 p.m.
And though I've never been a morning person per say, lately the a.m. is my favorite time of day.
It's amazing what a good night's sleep can do for a girl.
Mornings also happen to be the time Lola is at her quirkiest, and often most enjoyable.
She announces the end of her slumber with an impatient "MAMA!" or "DADA!"
Sometimes we sit outside her door, listening to her early-morning self chatter.
She never fails to deliver the comedic relief, so necessary for the start of a good day.
Lola is sleeping once again.
I'm debating whether to follow suit, or jump in the shower.
The ever-present motherhood quandary.
Happy winter morning!