d r a w i t o u t.
So, it's especially annoying when, every night, Sam pops right out of his room after we finally get him down. What do we do? We put him down again. And again. And again. And again.
Tonight during pop-out gazillion when Sam walked into the family room, I sat down, let out a sigh, and said, "Well, Sam. I'm done putting you to bed. You might as well get comfortable and play with your trains." (You should know that this was not my greatest parenting moment -- and also not my worst.) Sam looked at me, squished his face, and said, "But I want to go to bed." That sure was news to me, people. So we trotted off to bed for put down gazillion + 1.
If bedtime is a competition (and it sure feels like one), Sam is winning.
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We started letting Rosalyn lay on the couch at night. We told her that we didn't want her to look at the television though. It was weird, but somehow it was the best I could do at the time. She'd eventually fall asleep there while we were watching inappropriate shows.
I love that he said he wanted to go to bed. I would have been laughing quite a bit at that comment.
Go Sam! I think it's Parents > Sam since he said he wanted to go to bed. You're actually winning!
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