Early this morning, I was lying on the bed, feeding my baby her morning squeeze (the booby juice, if you like ). She’s up and awake now but she just won’t let go of her morning ritual.

She’d like to have her version of coffee before getting up and climbing down the bed and out the bedroom door, thank you.

Recently, she’s learning how to open the door on her own, and some mornings I woke up to see her already standing by the door, turning the knob, and calling for me to let her out.

(As yet, she still can’t imitate the complex action of turning and pulling successively; hence, she calls out to me. Glad to know I’m still needed by the little imp. )

This morning, she’s looking at me with her big brown eyes while doing her thing with my boob. She suddenly stopped in mid-suck, gazed lovingly into my eyes, and said: “Mama”.

I love this kid.