Bedtime Stories

One thing I love to do with August and Finley is to recount the day during bedtime.

Matt and I each hold one of the boys in our arms while they drink their bottles (yes, they are too old for bottles – don’t judge.) We sit on the comfy red couch in their room with the lights dimmed and quietly whisper the day’s highlights.

Last Saturday, I held Finley in my lap. I stroked his baby soft hair and leaned in close to remind him of all we’d done, giving him good thoughts as he drifted toward sleep. Here is what I told him:

We went to the tar pits.

We saw dinosaurs.

We saw a big mammoth that moved from side to side.

We watched turtles swim.

We made boats out of leaves and watched them float away.

We ran down a really big hill laughing and holding hands.

We listened as a man played three different instruments – a guitar, a banjo and a mandolin.

You sat on a giant bear’s lap. (It was a statue, people!)

You ran through the grass soooo fast.

We saw lots of kids at lunch and you flirted with the beautiful lady at the next table.

You learned to jump with two feet for the first time!  Wow!

You are amazing.

Say “night night” to August; say “night night” to daddy. I love you.