I hate mornings. I’ve never been a morning person. No matter what time I go to bed, I always find myself dragging in the morning, even after I’ve hit the snooze button ten times. Luckily for me, our morning routine allows me to wake Carter before I start to get ready for work, and it’s one thing I look forward to each day. One of the reasons I enjoy this so much, is seeing where/how Carter is sleeping when I walk into his room. He always seems to find the oddest places and positions to sleep, and I’m never sure what I’m going to see when I open that door.

Here are a few of the memorable positions I’ve found him in recently, and my best attempt at describing them.

The Bed Hogger

We all know that feeling. When you wake up in the middle of the night with no covers or no room in the bed, because your bedmate is hogging everything — I know this all too well, and apparently, so does Carter. Ever since we got him his little Elmo, they have been attached at the hip, and it looks like when Elmo needed some extra space in bed, Carter obliged. He’s learning early that you pick your battles and this is not one of them. You’re welcome Elmo.

The Future Center

Put a football in the hands of your toddler and most parents would teach them how to throw or run with it — not Allison. One of the first things she tried to teach Carter when he saw a football was how to snap the ball between his legs. I will admit, he has gotten quite good at it, but I’m hoping he aspires to a more glamorous position. However, if he continues to practice in his sleep, I may be denying the inevitable.

The Indecisive

When we moved Carter into his toddler bed, we put a nice big body pillow next to it, just in case he rolled out. Some mornings I find him sleeping on that pillow, and others he’s still somewhere in his bed. Then there are days when it seems he can’t decide where he’d rather sleep, and he gets stuck in the middle.

The Too Young To Understand Daylight Savings Time

Carter is not much of a morning person either. Daylight savings time certainly didn’t help that. Sometimes you just want to bury your head under your pillow, or in his case, between the bumpers and a sheep, and sleep for a couple more hours. I don’t blame him.

The Daydreamer

Sleeping doesn’t look much more relaxing than this. I’m thoroughly convinced if I were somehow able to figure out what Carter was dreaming about during this moment, we might have a solution for world peace. If I could wake up to Carter like this every morning, maybe, just maybe, he could convince me to hate mornings a little bit less.