I’m waiting for A to drift off to dreamland, but he’s still writhing around in his crib yodeling and clutching his feet. I don’t know why I can’t go ahead and take my shower–it’s not like I’m going to run in there if he suddenly decides he wants to get out–but I just can’t do anything until I know he’s down for the count.
So while we wait, I’ll let you in on our new bedtime tradition. I know most families like to read a favorite book or whatever, but that’s not what bedtime is about for us. I didn’t realize it was our official routine until tonight, but apparently this is what we do:
1. Dinner (he starts saying “eat! eat!” as soon as we get home and grazes right up to the actual meal around 5:45).
2. Bath around 6:15
3. PJs, where he tries to be sly and kick me without me noticing. I always notice.
4. Snack. This is where it gets a little personalized. The snack is always yogurt. I always feed it to him (hello, he’ s bathed and clad in cutey-patootie footie pjs. No way he’s getting his hands on a utensil). I feed it to him as we sit on the kitchen floor, in the corner like it’s some kind of weirdo picnic.
What strange routines have you developed with your kids or spouses or pets?