My precious, precious daughter. I have but one tiny request from you and it is simple and it should be easy for you to follow. You seem to be an exceptionally bright little one year old. (As I typed this sentence you are licking the fireplace.)
Here it is, when you wake up and want somebody to come rescue you from the hell that is your pink, warm, cuddly crib, you don't have to stand there and scream and scream and yell and scream and yell. Really, it isn't necessary.
In fact, it is possibly the worst sound a mom can wake up to. I would say "mom and dad" but your father would sleep through a house fire. A baby yelling at the top of her lungs is not heard by your father. Unless it was waking him up at 4am to sit in a deer blind in 21 degree weather, then he will be wide awake and ready to go. But I digress.
If you are ready to start your morning, just call for me in your sweet baby voice. That is all. That will wake me up with a happy, loving smile on my face, hearing your oddly low little voice calling for me in the morning. "Mama! Mama!" I will be there my sweet angel baby.
But this standing in your crib hollering for 10 minutes until you hear the doorknob turning has gots to go. For real.
Your brother would wake me up by yelling, "HELP! HELP!" I only thought this was annoying. Looking back, it was very funny and resourceful of him compared to you screaming like a banchee from the other room.
So knock it off. You say "Mama" or "Mommy" or "Mom" all day long, so doing this word in the morning should be no problem for you at all.
Let's work on it. I will give you 3 mornings to work on this new wake up call. And then......well, I don't know what, but the baby intercom does have an off switch.
I love you,