Henry has started a morning ritual that is both sweet and creepy.
After my alarm goes off and I hit snooze, he climbs onto my pillow and stares at me until I get up to feed him breakfast. The picture is dark because, duh, it’s dark in our room when we sleep. But you get the idea!
Mom. Seriously. Get up. I’m going to starve to death.
Perhaps I’ll have to start snuggling up next to Henry and stare at him while he sleeps. See how he likes it.
Goodness, he’s cute.