Bedtime is *the* time that is one of the best times for me. The routine of jammies, stories, teeth, potty and lights out is so predictable, but it is usually the only thing predictable in my day. It is the kind of predicatable that is comforting and soothing at the the same time. I enjoy the time to snuggle and read. To have the same questions asked at the same time during the same stories. (“Why is the lion mad, mommy?” “Why did Clifford lift the car, mommy”) To have the same conversation about how we HAVE to scrub her teeth before bed. To ask if she wants to use the big potty or little potty. To sing the same song, have the same verse added and be asked to stay “tree” minutes longer. And every night, I have to convince her that Swipper the Fox lives only in the television and even if he did come to life in our house, Zoe (our dog) would scare him away. Lastly, I have to tell her I’m tired, that it’s time for quiet time and we say our goodnights, hugs and kisses, see you in the morning and I love you’s.

If I could fit in her toddler bed, I’d snuggle up some nights.