Sometimes (almost every other night) it will start with his bath.
Then we pick out his jammies. I pick two, he picks 1 from those 2.
He gets lotioned up, clean diapered, jammied head to toe.
We're about 75/25 on how many times he throws a fit.
After he's dressed to the [cloud] 9's, we dim the lights and start his lullaby's.
Then we go to the chair, I rock him as I read him a story (most of the nights).
He gets his milk and then it's time for bed.
Tonight, as he finished his milk, I was holding him like a baby and I was softly playing with his hair.
I was looking at this beautiful little boy, into his slow, sleepy, big, blue eyes.
I was thinking I could stare at him all night long. It was such a sweet moment.
Then I started softly talking to him. I told him, "You are the most amazing little boy, ever. I love you so much, you will always be SO special to me, buddy. You are such a sweet sweet little boy." (as I feel his hands start to touch my face, it tickles, so I close my eyes, as I continue talking) "You, my baby, someday.. you are going to be..."
And this is the part where he sticks his cute little tiny index finger straight UP MY NOSE.
I open my eyes & he starts belly gut laughing.
End Of Story.
2 comments:
I remember... a long time ago... I used to have long, slow, special bedtime moments with The Kid.
And now, 2 extra girls later... bedtime is a crazy, insane mess of parental mistakes 'Sure Tink, you can watch a movie'... not remember to brush all the teeth, forgetting to kiss the oldest... and so on.
Just Wait-
Some terrible mother in The Midwest.
You are such a Mom. What I love is that you never dreamed you could have such capacity for loving a child.
Children make you love, make you laugh, and even cry. What a gift.
I remember the special times I used to have holding a terrible mother in The Midwest!
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