Early mornings are for the birds

The past few days Oliver has been getting up earlier and earlier. Up until now, my wife was able to draw upon the power of motherhood to get him to go back to sleep until a more humane hour. But Oliver has become more resistant to her motherly wiles and insists on getting up and going downstairs. Mornings are my responsibility, so that means that I'm getting up with him and plodding downstairs for breakfast. Amazingly though, all of these early mornings don't translate into me getting to work any earlier. I just hope that this early morning stuff keeps up when I need to take Oliver running with me in the mornings this summer.