I'll go ahead right now and own up to it. My kids aren't great sleepers as babies. Matty has had it down pat for a few years now, so I've every reason to hold out hope his baby brother will follow suit. But for now there are still sleepy eyes in my house in the mornings. I wonder if our bedtime routine has anything to do with it?
The procrastinator stares out of the bedroom window in sheer refusal to give it up.
The observation.
The recongition.
The elation. "She's coming back to play with me!"
The performance. "How many times shall I jump for her?"
The flirt coyly glances adoringly over his bear.
The show-off. "See, I can stand up, hold on and put my paci back in my mouth all at the same time."
The guard let-down.
The accident.
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