Greetings Little One

Climbing Mount Daddy

Your bedtime routine has begun to get complicated.  Rather than sitting in Mommy’s lap as she reads, you’ve taken to running about the room, dancing and climbing on top of me. 

Mommy and I are not fans, little one. 

Another perfect end to the day

Bedtime antics

Mommy went out tonight, little one, so I was charged with getting you to bed.  After putting you in your pajamas and sitting down to read books, you decided to try your luck and suggest a new approach to bedtime.

You leapt off my lap, ran into our room, jumped onto our bed, and dug in under the covers.

You hate going under the covers.  You never go under the covers.  

Your plan worked.  Unable to resist your cuteness, we stayed in Mommy and Daddy’s bed, reading books and playing longer than you should have before finally returning to your room and the crib.

Clever girl.

  

Not tired, Daddy! Not tired!

You’re just like your daddy, little one.

Even when exhausted, you refuse to acknowledge weakness.

This is how I end almost everyday with my daughter. Lucky me.

Future negotiator

I was bringing you upstairs for your nap, little one. 

“Okay,” I said.  “Just two books and then it’s time for your nap.”

“Six!” you shouted at me.

“Two,” I said. 

“Six!” you said.

“Okay, fine,” I said.  “Three books.”

“No,” you said.  “Five!”

We settled on four. 

Confluence of cuteness

What’s cuter, little one?

Your little face?

The inexplicable butterfly wings?

Or the fact that you’re spending your Saturday morning reading in bed?

Little Bo Peep, I think.

Nervous

You get very anxious every time we read Are You My Mother by Dr. Seuss.

I guess that Snort can seem kind of scary.   

   

Sunday morning epiphany

You dragged your chair across the room, asked for a blanket, and grabbed a pile of books.

You’re only two-years old, but you understand the purpose and meaning of a Sunday morning perfectly.

   

Priorities

Mommy asks, “Are you read for some Cheerios and some puffs?  It’s breakfast time”

And it’s 10:04 AM, so it really is breakfast time.

“No,” you reply.  “I’m reading!”

And you are, little one. 

Pretty fantastic.