Friday, August 19, 2005

bedtime has never been easy, really

Bedtime is daddy-time. He takes her upstairs, reads her Guess How Much I Love You and Goodnight Moon, they say goodnight to all of the Pooh characters on her walls, and they turn out the light.

All of this works very well, once they've achieved upstairs-ness. If Geoff carries her upstairs, she screams for me. If I go upstairs with them, she cries when I leave the room.

Tonight, I kissed her and hugged her, and then said, "Do you want to go upstairs now?" And Geoff said, "Let's go upstairs." And she walked away from me, and she climbed the stairs, and she went into her room.

Just like a big girl.