That is, until 8:24 of the second quarter-7 pm PST.
My daughter looked up from her toys and said, "I want to sleep in my room. I want to sleep in my bed!" The last time she made this statement – she’d lay in her bed, for a few minutes; then, pull her blanket back into our bed. But, this felt different. It reminded of when she declared that she wanted to use the 'big potty' and never looked back. That was 1.22.14.
So we did what any new parents would do. We paused the game, set up the monitors (video & audio) & plugged in the night light. She picked two books to read and we began the longest bedtime routine in history. We read stories, decided which dolls would share her bed, changed the blankets twice, sang songs and hit the lights. She rolled around until 11:30. By that time, I couldn’t keep one eye open. That night I watched the infamous pass at two a.m. – which was when my husband final got to the end of the game.
The week following, she found her way back in our bed twice. We shortened the bedtime routine and made her bed softer by adding two blankets beneath the sheet. She still loves using the terms ‘my bed, my room’ – so much that it angered her on morning #3 when she woke up next to me. There is nothing better than hearing “I want to sleep in MY ROOM” and hearing little feet running down the hall.
Super Bowl XLIX started the BIG DANCE. I refer to this transition from our room to hers. Hopefully, the dance simmers to a sleep induced yoga pose by March 1.
It’s Las Vegas, I've gambled every transition – can’t stop now.
How do you handle transitions in your home?