Daddy woke up early today. Aiden was still asleep upstairs in his room. I fed the cats and tried to squeeze a little work in before I had to leave.

Aiden rustled around upstairs and came down. The lights were off, and I closed the laptop thinking he would just go hop in bed with mommy. I was right.

…for 10 seconds. Aiden came back out of our bedroom looking for me, asking me to hop back into bed with him and mommy. I spent the next 15 minutes watching Aiden fall back to sleep around 6:20 in the morning.

There isn’t much that is cuter than a 2 year old falling asleep next to you in the morning.

Aiden likes Psych. He asks for it by…name…sort-of. And he’s quite happy when it is on TV.

Which works out well, since we like it too.

—– Update, 20 minutes later —–

Nevermind. The Ant Bully movie is better.

Aiden has very specific taste in food and music. And now that he’s talking, he makes sure that we know it.

For food, it’s all pancakes, all the time. It’s almost a game—we ask if he wants eggs, or oatmeal, or even a hot dog. “pa-kak”. He will even find the syrup for us in the rotating cabinet. That’s the most important part, after all.

Ever since we purchased an Apple TV, it has been used mainly to show cartoons. Lately, however, Aiden wants to hear music. And by “music”, I mean Baskov. Literally all day, the tenor voice of Николай Басков fills our house. Aiden asks for it by name, “ba-ka”, and will often sing along with certain songs.