Little One loves his sleep. I love that he loves his sleep too. And bedtime is one of those magical moments in our day when we all just seem to relax and fall in a heap. And it's the same routine each and every day.
I rush downstairs to make his bottle while daddy finishes off bathtime (Little One's favourite time of the day). He comes downstairs with his damp hair all spiky, wearing just a nappy and a hooded towel. We have the usual drama of getting pyjamas on when all he wants is his bottle, but as soon as he's cuddled up on our knees with his milk, a sense of calm fills the room and it's time for his story.
Every night since he was tiny, we have read him 'Goodnight Moon'. Now he is older, we tend to read him two books, but the second is always 'Goodnight Moon' without fail. Between us, my husband and I must have read it nearly 300 times.We know the book off by heart from cover to cover but we never tire of reading it to Little One.
I love the way he turns the pages, and now, at 10 months, he is turning them at the right time. I love how he sometimes slams the book closed when you're in the middle of a page. I love how he will start turning the pages back again, as if he's wanting to go back and have a proper look at the pictures. I love how he will try and turn the book upside down or try eating it while you're in the middle of a sentence. I love showing him all the different objects in the 'great green room'. I know at the moment he's not fully able to understand but in due time, he will be able to start finding the objects for himself: the comb, the brush, the bowl full of mush, the quiet old lady, the clocks, the red balloon, the kittens and the mittens.
When we finish our story we sit on the floor and he brushes his teeth, chewing endlessly on the bristles, sucking all the fluoride foam off until he has had enough and throws it across the floor (another of my favourite moments in the day). We look out of the window and say goodnight to Mr Moon, if he's about. I give him a goodnight kiss, lay him in his Gro-Bag with grey bear. I watch him for a few seconds as lays his arms up behind his head as if he hasn't a care in the world. 'Night night, sleep tight', I whisper as I tip-toe out.
And there it is. A truly ordinary but magical twenty minutes, every single evening. A moment where I can forget about being a grown up and just enjoy sharing a cuddle and a story with Little One. Definitely one of the best bits of being a mummy.
|One of our favourite stories at the moment- The Love in My Heart by Tim Bugbird.|