Why do you hate me?

Remember on Saturday how Joaquin woke up at 6:15, but since he gave me a big ol' kiss everything was great with the world?

Yeah. Not so much anymore.

The next day, Sunday, he woke up at 6:00...AM. But this time he didn't give me a morning kiss. No, instead he tried to gouge my eyeball out.

Monday he woke up at 5:45. In. The. Morning.

Today? 5:30.

Why, Joaquin, why?!?! What did I ever do to you?? Why do you hate your Mama??

I feel like I really shouldn't complain. He's actually a pretty decent sleeper. I mean, don't get me wrong, he doesn't "sleep through the night" or anything outrageous like that. But he goes down between 7:30-8:30 pm. Usually wakes up a few times, but it's not a big deal since all I have to do is pull out the boob. I really don't even have any recollection of waking up last night, even though I'm sure we did. But I remember this morning.

I even tried the old tried and true Signing Time DVD. It always keeps him happy for an extra 30 minutes or so. So what if I'm half asleep singing "It's signing time with Alex & Leah!" At least I'm half asleep.

He wouldn't even give me that these past few days. He wakes up all bright eyed a bushy tailed, ready to crawl off the bed and find "dah" aka Bella. He even barks. It doesn't sound like a bark though, more like he's clearing out his throat. Or choking. What ever it is. It's cute at 8, even 7. It's not cute at 5 freaking thirty. In the morning.