Okay, I know I said I was tired,but i got to thinking. . .
Ethan has the strangest bedtime routine. It all begins normal enough. Dada and I tag team him. He takes a bath. Lately he is in to bubble baths because he likes to try and eat the bubbles. Then comes getting his diaper and PJ's on. Usually he drinks his bottle during this time (hey,you try not giving it to him). After that, Dada hands him off to me and leaves the room (after a couple of rounds of peek a boo from behind the door). From there I put him in his crib. Now this is where it gets bizarre. He stands up and surveys the crib. He then, one by one, removes everything in it. First to go is his pacifier. Next on the chopping block is Mr. Monkey. Most nights Pooh is safe,but every so often he takes the plunge too. He then drops to his knees, satisfied that all of the unnecessary clutter is gone, and crawls over to the bars. He presses his face against them and waits for me to give him kisses. Once this happens, he turns into what I can only describe as a drunk rhinoceros. He tucks his head down and charges (unsteadily) from one end of the crib to the other. back and forth. back and forth. Once he is convinced, i guess, that the bars will hold, he collapses flat on his tummy and kicks one leg a couple of times. Okay, now time for more kisses. He then trills at his bird mobile. I am assuming he is telling them goodnight,but I cannot be sure because I speak neither Ethan nor bird. Finally, after every bit of energy is expended from his little body, he rolls over to the side of the crib. One more kiss. He sticks one leg out through the bars,closes his eyes and ,ahhhhh,relaxes. For the next couple of minutes he will sporadically yank his head up to see if I am still there. Then back down. And that,my friends,is when the sleep begins.
Now don't get me wrong. I have no complaints. He tires himself out so much he sleeps 11 or 12 hours. You can't get any better than that in an 11 month old.
Hmm, I think tomorrow I may bring popcorn.
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