The dreaded “Why”
Bedtime has been getting harder and harder. Actually more like later and later. Once spring hit, I started the bedtime ritual at 7:30, and eventually getting her under the covers by 8 pm. As the sun got closer and closer to the evil solstice, bedtime likewise got deeper and deeper into the night. This week, bedtime averaged between 9:00 and 9:30 before I could actually get my Gemini to stop chattering away and hopping between toddler bed and toddler kitchen.
So after 6 books and 2 songs, noisemaker and nightlight activation, kisses, hugs and general stalling (boy is she good at that now!), I finally close the door to her room. Does that door stay closed? Aw heyl no. Bedtime routine now includes getting up and leaving the room with an armload of toys, dolls, blankets, stickers, my-little-devil-ponies and anything else she can caravan. I’m trying to decide if this is yet another stalling technique (where I have to stop and pick up all her toys before ushering her back to bed), or just toddler packrat mentality.
This week, on top of the bedtime layer cake of bath rejection, storybook pickiness, jammie refusal, “cooking hour with LB”, toddler bed acrobatics, kissing the “scareds” away, and reanactment of after-bedtime “She has risen”, my darling child of 24.5 months of age lowered the boon.
Me: (ushering her back to bed for the 3rd time)Ok, BEDTIME! You need to lay down and go nite nite.
Her: (bright eyed and bushy tailed at 10:00 pm now) Why?
Me:(Did she just ask me why?) Um. Because its night time and people go to sleep at night.
Oh Man. I knew I wasn’t gonna survive Two.