For the last couple of months, every night as part of our current bedtime routine, either myself of my husband have to tell my daughter 'a story'. Now this is not just any story, it is a detailed recap of the day's activities or the activities of another day in our lives.
Each story starts off the same, "One day there was a mommy and a daddy and a girl named Lia". Then we recount some fun activity like bike riding to Grandmas house, going to Centre Island, camping, visiting the market, all in very minute detail. Every time we hit on a good part in the story, we get an accompanying "yah!" and giggles of apprecation.
In addition, each evening we negotiate how many of these stories and how many of the subsequent songs are part of the aforementioned bedtime ritual. It goes something like this:
Me: "One story, one song"
Her: "Three stories, three songs"
Me: "Two stories, one song"
Her: "Three stories, three songs"
You can see how well a three year old negotiates. It usually ends up with at least three mini-stories, a handful of songs and more reasons why she still can't go to sleep. Drink. Pee. Cold feet. Drink (again). More stories. More songs.
Admittedly, it is fun. And it's another one of those things that will soon pass and I will miss.
Monday, August 21, 2006
I'm baaaackkk....!
After a much ballyhoo by the three people who read this blog, I am posting once again! Hooray! Anyhow, the wheels they are a turning and coming up with some good ideas to blog away. I missed you all too. :-)
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