The typical weekday morning routine in our house goes something like this:
Alarm clock goes off. Mommy gets in shower while Daddy gets dressed and packs diaper bag.
Mommy gets out of shower right around time Daddy is about to head downstairs to wake up baby.
Mommy gets dressed while Daddy dresses baby and makes everyone breakfast.
Mommy comes downstairs to fix hair and make-up while boys eat breakfast. Mommy chats and is generally silly with baby during this time.
Everyone heads to their cars (Mommy takes breakfast with her). Mommy kisses Daddy and baby good-bye and they head to daycare while Mommy heads to work. (A favorite morning game of my son's is to initiate a little rehearsed call-and-response while Daddy straps him into his carseat. He says, "Mom-my!" and I reply "Bay-bee!" in the exact same tone. He will do this indefinitely.)
So, for the little bit of time I get to interact with my son in the morning, he is either underfoot while I put on eyeliner, or stuck in a high chair while I buzz around the living room trying to find my id badge. We chatter at each other a lot, but there simply is too much to do to have any real, physical, quality time.
