If I can round up enough brain cells … I realize G is asking
for a story time encore.
It’s 8 p.m. and I’m ready for sweet sleep. My eyes feel foggy. My mouth feels slack. All hopes for clear pronunciation are
gone. When I get to the Garfield book
from the 1980s… I am flat out making up a storyline to go along with the
pictures.
But little guy rubbing his own eyes… wants me to read
another story?
Bedtime stories have become a ritual (doing something for three
weeks.. counts, right?) Somewhere in the
past 4 months G displays an attention span.
We lay in his bed, book raised above us…
and we read a story without distraction. I ask questions. He answers.
G wants to turn the page to hear what happens next.
I gather all my non-caffeinated energy… and grab our third
book for the night: Where the Wild Things
Are by Maurice Sendak.
Monsters and a little boy who tells them to “BE STILL.” G repeats this demand back to me, when I
reach this page. To be honest, I like
this book because of the minimal text and interesting illustrations. It’s a “keep it short” story.
And since we just finished our third read for the night,
it’s time to turn off the lights. Night
Night!
Lauren
