Thursday, February 2, 2012

"Night night, sweet dreams, love you."

Every night after our bedtime prayer, he climbs into bed reciting everything that we used to tell him before leaving the room.
"No touching the heater, no opening the closet doors, no opening the drawers, no touching the clothes, no touching the window, no banging on the door, no yelling mama and baba... and no light show." I guess we repeated them to him enough times. He started to just say all of it before we could remind him. When he first started sleeping in his bed he'd mess with everything. At night he'd turn the light on and off repeatedly, we could see it from outside his door. Same with his portable heater, we could hear it beeping from outside his room when he'd repeatedly press the buttons. And in the mornings I'd have to refold some of his clothes because he'd mess them up. One morning I heard him cry out, when I ran in he had a heavy box on his foot from the closet. He said he was trying to reach a toy that we put away. I think he's finally lost interest since sleeping in his bed is not anything new any more. Thank goodness. Now he just tries every excuse not to go to bed yet.
"I want some more milk." Or, "I'm not tired." Or, "I want to watch basketball."

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