This adorable child has somehow suckered me into a ridiculous bedtime routine. Everyday, twice a day we go through this:Me: Okay, DeeDee, lie down. Put your legs down.
D: Dark blanket. Giraffe blanket. Kitty blanket. Mama blanket. Mimi blanket. Boat blanket. Star blanket.
Me: (sigh) Okay. Goodnight.
D: Kiss. Nose kiss. Hug.
Me: I love you.
D: I love you. See you in a little bit.
If it's naptime, you can bet it will be a littler bit than I really want. He has now skipped his nap 3 days in a row.
I know what you are thinking and, yes, he really does require 7 blankets. Even if the blankets are already in the correct order, I must demonstrate their existence by laying them out one by one at his request. Occasionally, the order changes, always without any warning, and apparently requiring much screaming to get the point across. And god forbid the hug is not to his exacting standards, or the whole process must start again.
I love him. But how two can you get?!
3 comments:
frustrating for you, completely adorable to me!
i love the labels you have going here. i'll start to worry a bit if we start to see labels like "seething boredom" or "murderous rage" start cropping up.
How could I be bored with these two around?
And the murderous rage I avoid with New Chapter's Holy Basil. It is patience in a pill.
Nice work promoting the product, hott mama. More plugs for the program!
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