Oh Saturdays how I love Thee!

Who doesn't love sleeping in on Saturday mornings and catching up on that much needed rest? I only wish I could remember the last time I was actually able to sleep in! The truth of the matter is that I have not had a full night's sleep for 4 months and 12 days (but whose counting?). There are mornings where I wake up feeling like a wreck after waking up 5-6 times during the night to a squeemish baby who then decides that 5am is a good time to start babbling at the top of his lungs so mommy can play with him but Saturdays are different. Yes, Alex woke up about 5 times last night, and yes, he woke up at 5 this morning, but I didn't mind it. I got up at 5 to change his poopy diaper while the hubbie and pups snored their heads off and you know what? I was smiling the whole time! No, I haven't lost my marbles. I was smiling because laying there in front of me was the biggest gift that God has given me, MY son, smiling back at ME, babbling and blowing bubbles at ME. So after spending a few prescious minutes chatting with my little man I turned the lights off, gave him a kiss and told him it was still time for 'night night'. He protested for a few minutes and held my index finger in his hand, tugging at it with his new-found grip. He fell back to sleep with my finger wrapped tightly in his little pudgy hand and all I could think was THANK YOU LORD for allowing me to wake up and change his poopy diaper and allowing me to spend some one on one time with him.