The evenings in our house have become full of routine. Dinner, bath, book, bottle and bed - in that order. Ever since Aunty Claire visited and helped us through our bed time woes (we owe you BIG TIME), our girl has been a dream to put to bed. I have probably jinxed it now by just writing this, but at 7:00pm, like clockwork, we head off to bed. We must say "Night Night Gees" - he gets a wave. "Night Night Bar". Barclay gets a wave too. We drink a bottle in the chair in her room. Then more "Night Nights". To her precious dolls on her shelf, to Snoopy and Ted - they all get waves too and an assurance that they will all be there when she wakes in the morning. Then we lay her down in her crib, give her Fugly who she squeezes tight then hands us to Mum or Dad for a kiss. Sofia can't possibly go to sleep without having you give Fugly a kiss, sometimes two. Another "night night" and we close the door. She will talk to Fugly for a while, depending on how much she has to tell him. It is quite funny to stand by her door and listen to what she has to say. Of course it makes absoultely no sense to me but it seems that Fugly is a very good listener and understands every word of it. Then our wee girl heads off to dreamland and we hear no more until morning. This has been our routine for the last 5 months.
Tonight though, Clyde is out, so I put the girl to bed. And I switched out her bottle of milk for a sippy cup. No complaints. Sofia has only been having one bottle now, her bedtime one, for a while. I think she has been ready to give it up but her parents have been resisting. There aren't too many things that are still baby about her and that was one. How am I going to tell Daddy when he gets back home that his precious bottle times with Sofia are over? He is going to have to do it cold turkey. YIKES!
Anyway, the photo is of Sofia at 10:30 last night when Clyde and I headed off to bed. We always both go in together to do one final check before we retire. This is usually how we find her.....head down, bum up. And yes, it is more often that not impossible to tell which way her face is pointing.
Night Night Sof. Sweet dreams.
1 comment:
If only I could manage to get my body to sleep in that position!
The interfering aunt takes no responsibility for the sleeping habits of one short person, (or any other habits she may develop through contact from myself or my offspring). She is the result of two fantastic parents.
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