Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Anatomy of a Put Down

Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved to go to bed.  She would, if her parents lost track of time,  declare that it was bedtime and head toward her room, eagerly take part in her bedtime routine, and drift off into a peaceful and nightlong sleep. It is no longer "Once upon a time," and bedtimes have been a bit more challenging of late.  I have been longing for those "once upon a time" bedtimes, and came across some remnants of the good ole days...

First, it was into those soft and shiny pink pajamas which have accompanied many many little girls to bed as they've traveled down the line from cousin to cousin and from sister to sister.

Then it was time to gather one's friends.

Next, the bedtime story, read by her favorite narrator.

Then a bit of narration of her own...

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Prayers followed.

 "Hugs, Daddy."

"Now, wub nothes."

 Finally, off to sleep.

Ahhhh the good ole days of bedtime...way back in September.  
September, when the passies were in full bloom 
and Mr. Sandman had perfect attendance. 

Here in January things are different!
Mr. Sandman has been truant, at best. The soft pink pajamas have been handed down and now live outside of these walls. The passies, a whole seperate post for the telling, have left us. The child who asked to be put down has grown into the child who needs a drink and her blankets straightened and her pillow adjusted and her doll is lost in the covers and...and...and...

Lord Byron once said, 

Most glorious night!

Thou wert not sent for slumber!

I think Molly heartily agrees!

(Molly sitting at the foot of my bed this weekend, awakened by fever, yet alert enough to discuss the plot of the cartoon on TV with me at 1:30 a.m.  Did you know that there are kid's shows on TV... ALL NIGHT LONG? I didn't before this weekend, but I do now!)

2 comments:

G'ma suz said...

Nevertheless, Grandma doth see a halo bidding 'round
the tussled head of little one so waking in thy night".That would be from the poetry book Lord Byron might have been reading before he decided night was not for slumber. Love, MOM

Lori said...

Tylenol and Benedryl are WONDERFULL inventions for nights such as these! Not that I would EVER do such a thing!

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