Story time encore

After reading three books last night, G says , “One more book mommy. One more.”

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