"Mommy! I need you! I love you, Mommy. Please come help me."
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.
|When Faye sees the camera, she poses like this. With a wink and a smile.|