I started Morning Time (although I didn’t call it that) when my oldest (who is now 8) was 2. I would plop him in his high chair for breakfast and read poetry and read alouds, sing a hymn, and go over Bible verses.
I now have added three more children to our routine. We now have an elaborate hour-long Morning Time. After Morning Time is done, I feel like the rest of the morning doesn’t ever go as smoothly as that special time we have together as a family.