“Hi, daddy,” Elmo says to me in your high little voice.
After bath and books and milk and crackers and puffs and water and milk and tissue, you finally settle down on your pillow. Not your bed or mattress.
When you were climbing out of your crib, we took the sides down, and converted your crib into your bed.
The first night, we put pillows next to the bed for Mommy and Daddy to lay on, while you fell asleep. You slept in your bed the first night.
Daddy likes to lay with you and watch you fall asleep.
One night Daddy played with Elmo, and spoke to you in Elmo’s high voice. You were delighted. With a little smile, you took Elmo and Elmo said to me,
Sometimes at bedtime, Mommy prays with you.
Daddy offers a blessing over you, my hand on your head:
“The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you;
the Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace.”
“Dank ooo,” you say, thanking me for the blessing.
Most nights, though, you fight sleep and try to do anything but lay down.
“It’s sleepy time,” we say, as you try to play. “Sleepy time.”
Once you lay down, you often fidget and squirm and roll around, struggling to stay awake. You pat the pillows next to you, inviting us to lay beside you.
“Nighty night,” we say. “Nighty night.”
When you do finally drift off to sleep, I gaze upon your resting, peaceful face, so pleased that you are our little girl.