Bedtime Story

Been a while since I last checked in. Everything is going okay with the Little Girlie Girl. She's growing and talking and displaying facial expressions that have me stumped as to their origin. We are really honing in on establishing specific routines and bedtimes. This is a little different for an olskooler like myself. I'm more used to going by my parental instincts, having been through the routine enough times to have it indelibly etched in my membranes. But I must say, there is something to be said for the familiarity of established patterns. Story reading time is my favorite. I think I enjoy reading The Cat in the Hat every bit as much as she does. The anxiety ridden fish my favorite character. Shiloh will let me know when she has had enough rhymer hyming by closing the book, hopping out of my lap, and handing me another book. She then usually makes a break for it out of the bedroom door and down the hall. I guess she figures if she can get me occupied with the reading, it will be enough of a diversionary tactic for her to make a clean getaway. Sorry, Little One, this ain't my first rodeo. I quickly (as quick as a 55 year old can) leave the comfortable depths of the pink and lime green rocking chair and swoop her up with one arm. It's time to conclude story time, and in a soft gentle voice tell her how much I love her. I tell her how proud I am that she is going to sleep on her own and that morining and all the excitement a new day brings will come shortly. I lean over to plant a kiss on her, and whisper in her ear, Good Night Moon...