I hate daylight savings time. There doesn’t really seem to be a reason to have it anymore. With little kids it becomes much more annoying than anything else. Babies and toddlers don’t really understand that they get to sleep longer. Kids wake up when they wake up. So that means I end up waking up an hour earlier for a good two weeks until my kids finally adjust. So anyways…
We are now down to one car, so Heather drives me to work every morning and ends up coming to pick me up from work in the evening. Thanks to daylight savings time it’s already dark or starting to get dark as we are driving home. So now our entire ride home Connor is gazing out the window and will yell out, “Daaa!” and continues repeating it until I respond, “What Connor?” Then he will point and say, “BOON!” or “DAR!” Then I will say, “Yeah, I see it, it’s the MOOOOON!” or “Yeah, thats right it’s a STAAAR!” Just for him to be silent for a few seconds and then blurt out, “Daaaa!” all over again.
Every night when I put Hannah to bed I either read her a story or tell her a ghost story then I sing her a song. Tonight after I sang a song and kissed her goodnight I started my slow and careful journey through the darkness of a wasteland of toys when she said, “Well I have a song that I really want to sing for you.”
So I stopped… Turned and said, “Alright, well sing it for me.” as I sat back down on her bed.
Then in a soft small voice of a 5 year old she began to sing,
I love my family
I will never leave you
Even if you get mad and yell at me
I will love you still
I will come to you while you sleep
Don’t peak because I will be there with you
I’m not so sure about the last two lines of the song, when she got to that point she started to scramble and stutter searching for a way to end her song. Either way it was a really cute song. I asked her to sing it again, and she struggled to remember and added new parts that also didn’t seem to fit the beginning. Lucky I was able to keep this much in my mind long enough to write it down.
In a “night light” lit room I slowly sway from side to side as I hold my little Connor man in my arms and softly sing (singing is used loosely & is debatable) “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.” Usually he will plop his little curly head down on my shoulder and enjoy the noise accompanied by a back tickle.
Tonight as I started to sing he plopped his head down but quickly shot it right back up, turned and stared into his crib as he reached his hand out and began trying to grab his bed. He then began to lean his entire body towards his bed. I finally got the hint as the song was ending that he obviously just wanted to get into bed. When I layed him down on his bed and reached for his blanket to cover him up he had the biggest smile on his face. I slid my hands around and across his mattress searching for his “Perry” and “doggy.” Then quietly said good night and snuck out of the room.
