Tuesday, March 29, 2011

the (not so) bedtime game

So Little Sass likes to play this game every night at bedtime. It's called let's make up any excuse I can to not go to go to bed right now. She has been doing it since she first got into a big girl bed. Her range is phenomenal. Her excuses for not sleeping are hilarious. Sometimes it's to get a particular random stuffed animal like "Mommy... I need my purple unicorn" or "Mommy... that Barbie has a dress on and is looking at me" or "Mommy... I can't sleep cause the moon's outside my window". One of my particular favorites was just a couple weeks ago as she complained teary eyed of not being able to find tiger blanky (the little square of a blanket she's had since she was born [pretty much a neccesity]). After I scramble around in her stuffed animal riddled bed looking for it for a few minutes with her princess flashlight, she suggests I check under her pillow with a gaint grin on her face. Yup, totally tricked by a three year old. 


This game goes on for about 30 minutes every night making our bedtime routine of brushing teeth, forced potty sit, two stories, and back tickle snuggle last about an hour. I keep my rear toned from the multiple trips back up and down the stairs checking on her or getting whatever it is her little heart so desires. While this game is completely adorable, it also leaves me wondering what I am possibly doing wrong in my bedtiming. Perhaps she just loves spending time with me SO much that she can't stand the thought of sleeping when Mom is downstairs trying to get in some trashy tivo? Or maybe she too has somehow seen the Full House episode with the pony and circus in the living room keeping Stephanie from sleeping? Na, I'm probably just a pushover. 


Nonetheless, I will enjoy these times as I know all to well the day will come where she does whatever she can to keep me OUT of her room. I will savor her gems of excuses and gladly offer "just one more" butterfly kiss. And on that note I'm back upstairs as she calls yet again... is it a polka dotted monster in her closet? Some too bright stars perhaps? A rabid monkey goat? Oh the suspense.... and I can't wait to see.

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