We have a little bedtime routine, Ryan and I. I don’t quite remember how it started; we’ve been doing it as long as I can remember. We do the obvious stuff first – dinner, bath, books – and then I pick him up so he can turn off his bedroom light.
(He must turn it off. If I turn it off, the world may as well end. Obviously.)
Then we walk over to his window, crack open his blinds and whisper good night to the outside. It’s usually some version of “Night-night, outside. Night-night, moon. See you
tomorrow mono!” Or at least it used to be.
Lately I have noticed the older he gets, the more creative he gets with his good night wishes.
Around Christmas time, he began regularly saying good night to the
Christmas lights kiki yights, Santa Claus and Frosty the Snowman.
Then he began saying night-night to all the cars and trucks on the street. Then to all his teachers and friends at daycare. Then randomly to Auntie Kelly and Uncle Mike one night.
For 10 seconds, I get a wide open view of exactly who and what Ryan is thinking about on any given day. Last night was my favorite so far:
“Night-night outside! Night-night cow! Night-night piggy! Night-night zebra! Night-night giraffe! Bye-bye! See you
He said it with such conviction that I couldn’t help but glance outside to make sure I hadn’t missed an animal parade traveling down the street. I’ll admit it: I was a little disappointed that I didn’t see a single pig.
Do you have a special bedtime routine?