Friday Forget-Me-Nots
Last night was the first night that ReRe went right into his crib after stories without needing an extra cuddle or rocking to help him fall asleep. The reason he was eager to get into bed was because Red Teddy, a little red teddy bear that was a Valentine's gift from his grandmother, was in his crib, and ReRe wanted to cuddle with him. He's shown little interest in cuddling with toys, even though I have actively encouraged it as a way for him to fall asleep without myself or his father. The reason that Red Teddy made an appearance was because yesterdat was Teddy Bear Picnic Day at preschool, and he randomly picked him as his +1. I'm glad, because I'm awaiting the delivery of the mattress for his big boy bed, and the more comforts he will have for the transition, the better. I'm just so surprised how the order of his stages of sleep are so different than any book I read, and doing what was right for us, rather than what was prescribed, has always been the best decision. Yes, it has made it difficult for anyone other than us to put him to bed, but we've worked so hard at getting a predictable (and peaceful) bedtime routine together, that I don't want it compromised.
According to ReRe, ambulances pick up people with big boo-boos and take them to work.
While falling asleep the other night, ReRe spontaneously said, "Simon Says, tickle your ears!"
While I'm very happy to hear his speech coming along, I'm also just a little sad at hearing the end of some of his own words for things. For the longest time, he called bananas daddle-la's, watermelon was watermetton, and oatmeal was o-o-oatmeal.
That's it for this week!
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Has already happened twice, when we were at other people's houses and he pointed to the bananas on the counter and said "ReRe have some daddle-la please?" It took some explaining. Hmmm. All this talk of bananas makes me want a smoothie....
As for others putting him to bed, have they ever tried? I know with my kids, they seem to fall for the "diffferent people/place = different rules" thing. I have to admit I'm so jealous that my mom can put Hiroshi down, say "naptime now, Grandma will sing you a song," and he's out cold before she's done one song. If I try that, even if I sing a gazillion songs, he screams bloody murder.
And... "Simon says tickle your ears," so hilarious!!!
Our babysitter can put him to bed successfully, but that's because she fully prescribes to the calming bedtime routine. Others (who will remain nameless) are too concerned with being popular than with ReRe getting to sleep.