Gary finally got James into a good routine. It started with allowing him to watch t.v. with us until a set time. At that time, Gary would carry James, piggyback style, to his room and get him to go to sleep. Pretty soon we were able to just say bedtime, and James would go peacefully to his own bed without t.v. time. I would be enjoying the peace, quiet and extra space when the sound of little feet would come scurrying into my room. James decided he needed a kiss.
This was fine by me. No work for me, Gary doing all the work. Lately, however, James began asking me to put him to bed. Somewhere along the way, he learned about bedtime stories and nursery rhymes. (Who taught him about this? I have my suspicions.)
Yesterday, he wanted me to sing him 5 songs. I told him one. He said, "Four!" So now he's a negotiator?? I got it wheedled down to two songs, but only with the promise of four songs the next night.
So, tonight, I had to sing four songs. If you have been here before, you may have read about my son's speech issues. It is funny to hear him tell me which songs he wants. He has his own names for each one. My favorite is "Wicky Whacky Picky Packy." Can you tell what that is? It's "Nick Nack Paddy Whack," better known as "This Old Man." When we sing these songs, I like to change up the rhymes from time to time. He hates it. He makes me re-sing it the correct way.
The next element to my son's routine is saying, "Goodnight." I have to say, "Goodnight" and give him a kiss. Then I have to give him a hug. The final step used to be a high-five. In his effort to delay his bedtime, James has changed up the Goodnight choreography. It goes like this:
- Goodnight, James, I love you.
- I love you, too, Mommy
- Touch index fingers and say, "Doot." (Something from my childhood.)
- Touch 2 fingers and repeat the above.
The best part about tonight was when I was leaving his room. Now remember, this is the boy who didn't say anything but nonesense even at age 3. I was walking out of the room and turning off the light when I heard James say, "Mom, your hilarious."
Suddenly it was all worth it.