Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Once Upon A Bedtime

Bedtime has become quite the ordeal in the past few days.  I am not sure why, but it is.  For example, immediately after closing his door Keith began to loudly protest at his door.  A rhythmic and methodical pounding accompanied by his heart wrenching manipulation that he has perfected over the last three-ish years.

"Mommy!  I need you!  I love you, Mommy.  Please come help me."
But I am strong.  I am sitting on the couch with my throbbing (but healing) ankle propped up, watching The Biggest Loser and eating a bowl full of no bake cookie crumbs.  Thoughts of achieving my goals make me choke on the chocolaty goodness, yet when the bite is swallowed, defiantly, I take another.  Ironic?  Probably.  But I can stop anytime I want.  :)

And then, tonight, amidst all the bedtime drama, Keith stepped in and saved my waistline.  Makes sense since I have been at war with it since I got pregnant with the boy.

A scream.  "Mommy!  Help!"  So, I limped down the hall, and found him laying in front of the door.  "I don't want to go to sleep."  he said calmly.  Silly boy.  After kisses for the millionth time, and assurance that he will feel better if he sleeps, and if his tummy does indeed hurt sleep will help it feel better, he finally settled down.  Two hours after the initial tuck in.

And yet, for Faye, bedtime is cake. When she starts rubbing her nose, I know she is ready.  I change her diaper, kiss her inviting chubby cheeks several thousand times, and then lay her in her bed with the orange blanket.  And just like that, she goes to sleep.
Maybe it is because she doesn't talk yet, maybe it is because I am still the law in her big gray eyes.  Regardless of why, I will cherish every bedtime with her... until she is three-ish. 

When Faye sees the camera, she poses like this.  With a wink and a smile.
That is when bedtime became the ordeal for Keith.
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