The Unexpected: It's time for bed.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

It's time for bed.

"Uppy Mommy!" He says while clapping his hand at me.
He is currently stroking my elbow and forearm as I type this.
His head is rest upon my breast as bedtime quickly approaches.
"Collin, you ready for nah-ny?" I ask him as he sits so quietly and peacefully on my lap.
"Yeah" he replies.
And now I will go get them a quick drink and snack.
Read a story or two or five while they enjoy there milk and cookies.
We will brush our teeth together and they will climb into bed.
I will bend to kiss one, climb to kiss the other.
Then say, "Good night, Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. If they do, take your shoe, and beat them 'til they're black and blue." I will get a few giggles. I will wave them good night and tell them, "I" (they repeat "I") "Love" (they repeat "love") "You!" (they repeat "you")
"I love you too" will say as I leave the room.

It is time for bed my sweet boys.
Daddy let you stay up "late" but now it is time for bed.

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DinaAugust 24, 2010 at 11:38 PM
This is so cute! Your kids are adorable :)
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I am Nicole. I am a 24 year old SAHM to three wonderful children, Thomas, Collin, & Bailey. I am very happily married to the love of my life, Tom. Tom is 7.5 years older than me, but some how we were meant to be. We started dating sometime between March and May of 2000 and were married on May 7th, 2005. We are both recovering heroin addicts. I am attempting and struggling to lose weight. I wish it were baby weight but it's not. It doesn't help I have a terrible addiction to smoothies, ice cream, and Reese's.

This is my oldest son Thomas. He is 5. He started kindergarten this year. If he isn't in school, he is wanting to play video games. And if he isn't playing video games, it's because I got on his case. He loves learning. He loves imaginative play. And he still loves his mommy. And still gives kisses and hugs in public. Our only problem is his constant whining. And I mean constant. Speaking of, if anyone has any ideas to stop the whining, I'd be very grateful. Ignoring the whining is just not working.

My once silent little 2 year old. Though he is in speech therapy, and not everyone can understand him, he is the sweetest little boy. Until you tick him off. He has quite the little temper. He is a very independent little boy, usually found playing by himself. Every thing needs to be on his terms or you will get an earful. Even with his temper and his need for everything to be his way, he will stop whatever he is doing if someone is crying, hurt, or sad. He will come and offer kisses, hugs, smiles, and laughter.

My one year old baby girl. This girl is the funniest to those she is comfortable and seems like such high maintenance to those she doesn't see as often. Almost anything can get her lip to quiver and tears to fall. Even being as sensitive as she is, she loves to giggle and play. She is always stealing phones to say "'lo" and "buh" or the remote to switch channels anytime someone is paying more attention to the television than her. There are so many little things about her I love, but she hasn't quite found her place yet. My favorite time of day with her is right before nap time and when she does wake during the night to nurse. There is something about still breastfeeding her that makes me still feel she is an infant, instead of a toddling child.

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It's time for bed.

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