This morning when Sam woke up, the first thing he did was sit up, say something, and point out the window. I know he was asking to go outside, but I don’t know what he said (he was awake; I was not).
The second thing he did, after I mumbled something like “holyfuckitissixinthemorning,” was to point at the radio. I told him he could turn it on if he wanted to and he climbed up on my pillow and did so. We’ve got it tuned to KUSC and holy cats does this boy love classical music. He will lie in bed and listen to the radio for ages, all throughout the day.
I have a great kid. (Once I was awake, I took him for an hour-long walk. It was awesome.)