2:50

is what the clock says and you groan. You're going to go back to sleep because you feel sleepy, right after you do a thing or two, which leads to you racing to answer the phone at 6AM because you never went back to sleep and there's only two phones in the house currently.

And while you're trying to accommodate your mom by moving the phone closer to her, you lift the stand which is sitting on top of the phone line and the lamp also sitting on it falls onto your back. So as you try to lift the lamp off your back, you realize it's stuck on something and you can't quite figure out what it is. Then the baby starts crying and you know you're not hurting her with the lamp, so you tell her to shush as your mom races into the room to get the lamp off your back.

This is what happens you when you wake up at 2:50AM and stay awake. Thank goodness for the moments in between like when you're playing with your youngest twin baby.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"I hiding," she answers from under the covers.

"Who are you hiding from?"

"Jory."

"Jory's sleep."

"Oma."

"You're hiding from Oma?"

"Yes."

You see the smile on your baby's face, the impish look in her eyes, her glowing skin, and you fall in love all over again. Ah, the perks of early morning wake-ups.