We bought Indigo an alarm clock because he said it would help him sleep until 8. I told him he didn’t have to sleep until 8, even 7 would be really nice…actually anytime that isn’t 5 AM would be lovely.
He LOVES the clock! It has ginormous numbers that stay lit. It’s like a shining beacon in his room. Ahh, numbers.
The first morning after having the blessed alarm clock, he slept until 6:38. When he came in, he sheepishly (and so sweetly) said he just couldn’t wait to see me that morning…THAT’S why he got up before 8 (or 7).
The second morning, which was actually this morning…he confessed the time was only “6:08.” We had heard him in there singing around 5:45, so we were laughing wondering what excuse he’d have this morning. When we asked how that alarm clock was working out for him, he said it just didn’t seem to be helping him sleep any longer…and then he said, “At least it wasn’t 5!”
My thoughts exactly.
When Greyley was little, we lived in Lake Elmo and there were 2 bedrooms upstairs~ ours and Greyley’s. Every morning, she would call out, “Mama! Can I get out?” and depending on what time it was, I would say, “Yes,” or “Sleep a little longer! It’s only 8:10.” Or some other ridiculously wonderful thing like that. Later, when she had her own alarm clock, she knew that unless it was an emergency, she didn’t need to get out of her bed if the clock didn’t say 8:00.
Man, that was some kind of delightful.
However, both ways are fun, interesting, comical, smart…and contribute to there never ever being a dull moment. I think I’m gonna keep my kids.