We have a bedtime routine.
I bathe them. I get clean jammies on them. We all go into big T's room and I sit on a bean bag chair and read story after story. After story. And then another story. And then I take M into her room, nurse her, and dump her into her crib. Then I go back into T's room and snuggle with him a while. Then I dump him into his bed.
Then I go and have wine.
It always happens in this order. Every night, same order. Minimal variance from the routine. I'm one of those Moms.
Last night, M was upset and overtired and crying. I nursed her before the bath. I bathed them. Then I put jammies on them. Then I took T into his room. And shut the gate. He was very upset. I was telling him, "I'm coming back." "I'm coming back." "I'll only be gone for a minute."
I dumped M into her crib.
I went back to T's room. I opened the gate. He was immediately quite happy, pressed his hand to his head and said, "That's great. Mommy. That's great." and pulled out the bean bag chair for me to sit on.
He loves me. I felt like a queen.
4 comments:
Queen Amanda--the moments that make everything worthwhile!!
Awww, that's sweet!
But are you shutting the gate to keep people out of T's room. Because I believe we all know that the gate is no longer an issue for the Great T-dini.
We got a new, Even Taller gate. We will win.
I'm sorry the taller gate didn't work. One of the best things of being a Mom is what you experienced. The sun and moon set with you, in their eyes. One of the worst is when you realize, that your children realize, that you can make some whopping big mistakes in life. They look at you with such disappointment, but they get over it. :)
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