I have stretched bedtimes to be over an hour, sometimes even an hour and a half now. I love the winding down of our day together, slowly gathering our experiences to shelf them as memories. Between 7:30pm and 7:50pm, I ask S if we can get his room ready for "dodo”. If he says no we play a bit longer and then I ask again, this time, giving him a loose countdown to when we have to get everything and everyone ready for sleep. When there are no clouds I take him on the balcony to demonstrate the sun setting as a sign of the world preparing to rest. He repeats after me adding his own interpretation: “the sun going down, mama, the sun is going to close its eyes soon.” When he’s ready, I follow him to “the cozies” (the bed in my bedroom). We tumble onto my bed and he gestures for “mama milk.” Sometimes I tease him by lifting my shirt up and down until he eventually catches me and we tuck into each other while he nurses. Sometimes he likes me to read a book to him while he’s breastfeeding, like
Sleepy Bodies.
Sleepy Bodies.
Sleepy Bodies.
I have stretched bedtimes to be over an hour, sometimes even an hour and a half now. I love the winding down of our day together, slowly gathering our experiences to shelf them as memories. Between 7:30pm and 7:50pm, I ask S if we can get his room ready for "dodo”. If he says no we play a bit longer and then I ask again, this time, giving him a loose countdown to when we have to get everything and everyone ready for sleep. When there are no clouds I take him on the balcony to demonstrate the sun setting as a sign of the world preparing to rest. He repeats after me adding his own interpretation: “the sun going down, mama, the sun is going to close its eyes soon.” When he’s ready, I follow him to “the cozies” (the bed in my bedroom). We tumble onto my bed and he gestures for “mama milk.” Sometimes I tease him by lifting my shirt up and down until he eventually catches me and we tuck into each other while he nurses. Sometimes he likes me to read a book to him while he’s breastfeeding, like