Every morning. This little boy sitting across from me steals my heart over and over again. We have our routine: He yells from his crib, I go in and kiss and kiss his sweet face, I carry him down the stairs and set him down so he can run free…and he immediately runs to his chair and points for me to put him in it. There is no, "I need time to wake up", it's just straight to the food. I give him some fruit to snack on while I make the scrambled eggs and we chit chat in our own language about the morning. When I put the eggs on a plate he pretends to blow, "AHHT!". They are hot, so I cut them up and blow on them…he puffs those little cheeks and blows with me. Every morning.