Wake-up Face

He's definitely my son. Waking up, whether from a nap or in the morning, is always a rough transition. This morning was particularly bad. Miles woke up at 5am and would only sleep if I stood next to his bed and witnessed his sleeping. How do I know this? Because he would peek one eye open to keep tabs on me -- what a jerk. Drama ensued when I dared to walk out the door one last time (about 15 minutes later) and declared us both AWAKE and marched into the living room flinging on all of the lights. I suppose I can't complain about our son's flair for the dramatic, when I so clearly passed that along to him as well. And for your enjoyment, wake-up face: