I quite like my mornings with Everett. Especially when I am working on the inpatient service, the best quality time I have with Everett is in the morning before all the crazy phone calls start coming in (because bloodwork hasn’t been processed yet), and I get time to spend with my Beanie #1.
I don’t know what time exactly he gets up, but Everett waits for the most part very patiently for a two year old for the clock to turn yellow (at 7:30am) before coming out of his room to get Dada. I pop up out of bed bleary eyed going to his room so that Shannon can get a little more rest.
Sometimes we go downstairs right away, other times we read a book or two, or play with his guys in his room. We do breakfast, usually consisting of “cereal bran” (Raisin Bran) or Vector. Sometimes toast, granola and yogurt. Everett refuses to eat eggs. A couple of times I take him out to Tim Hortons:
We line up with all the other commuters and grab a breakfast sandwich that we share between the two of us. We pick a table by the window and watch the cars go through the drive-thru. Everett points out the colors of big trucks, and recognizes the Mazda logo on some cars and exclaims that that’s “Dada’s car!”
I find Everett is very well behaved and mature out at Tim’s in the mornings. He sits at the table patiently by himself while I wait for the food to get ready. He doesn’t spill his milk. He eats the breakfast BELT bagel, eggs and all! I save the hash brown for last and a bit of a donut.
Because we missed several day home visits, Everett’s drop offs got worse. Everett recognizes pretty well as soon as I turn on to Candice’s street that we’re going to day home. Today, he told me that he wants to go home, and starts getting mopey. “My want to go to breakfast,” he told me, recalling our breakfast dates out.
I hear that Everett has been getting over the drop offs faster and faster, today taking only 15 minutes before he was over it and playing. But it’s particularly tough for Dada who takes Everett’s coat and boots off before giving him a kiss and telling him that we’ll pick him up later. I can see how Jill and Evan just keep Natalie at home.
