I don’t know if I’d call myself a morning person, but my son, Milo, doesn’t seem to care how I classify myself; so long as I’m ready to party right around 6:15 am, maybe 6:30 am, every day, that’s good enough for him. Milo just turned 2 this week (June 12th, which is the day before my wedding anniversary), and for the last year-plus it’s been this way: mornings are our time together. As soon as I hear him start whimpering or crying on the …
