nigh nigh

Dylan,

You've been an absolute champ lately at bedtime. You drink your milk, have your bath, and get in your pj's. Then I tell you it's night-night time, you whisper "nigh nigh" and as soon as we walk into your darkened room (which Mom always prepares for us) you lay down in my arms and tuck in, and I lower you into your crib with your teddy bear and blanket, raise the crib rail while giving you a few reassuring pats, say "night night" once more and walk out of the room.

Last night you took it up a notch.

I didn't give you your milk until after your pj's. I thought the break in routine might make things rough, and when you insisted on traipsing through the house only semi-interested in your moo-juice I braced for a fight. Then, when you had handed me your sippy-cup for the third time, finally all done, I said "night night Dylan". You surprised me by turning and walking from the kitchen through the dining room, down the hall, into your room, straight past Mommy and all the way to your crib. I picked you up and put you in straightaway. You were ready for bed and it had never been easier.

Maybe I should start asking you to draw the bath and change your own diapers.

Dad