Mornings...

I awoke this morning to a rustling on my bed. Suddenly a little whisper entered my ear...
"Sippy cup"
Ha! I'm prepared just for instances like these. I reached over onto the night stand and grabbed the sippy cup I had prepared last night. Back to sleeping.
I just started to drift back into sleep when... WHAM!
What the... WHAM!
The whole bed was shaking.
WHAM!
WHAM!
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I looked over to find my sweet three year old beating the life out of one of his baby toys.
"Riley, what are you doing?"
"Want music"
I reached over to grab the toy (which I had just recently put in a box in my room because he is too old for it) and showed him how to hit it with his hand to get music. He grabbed it back and continued playing. Back to sleep.
About one minute later I felt a heavy weight on my body, followed by loud music. I opened my eyes to see my lovely child sitting on my stomach hitting his toy and bringing it to my ear so I could hear it clearly. I gently lifted him off of me, taking a long awaited breath, and set him on the bed next to me. Just five more minutes and I will be ready to get up.
WHAM! BOUNCE! WHAM! BOUNCE!
What?!?!
I looked over and saw my son hitting his toy against the bed, then jumping up quickly to dance frantically with the beat.
Okay. I'm up.