There a nights when bedtime for little girls seems to take a while, when all the unravelling of the day just needs to take its time and I sit and rock and nurse a sleepy little baby, waiting for that moment when heavy lids sink down down down and I can tuck her into bed and creep downstairs to the joys of the washing up.
And then there are the days when you know it’s just not going to work. When the nursing is less sleepy and more wholeheartedly enthusiastic, and followed by a bright eyed little girl sitting bolt upright in your lap, all beaming smile.
“Mama!” she says, “mwaa!”, and blows the biggest kiss in my direction.
We’ve had a few of those nights over the past week or so, usually because a certain someone has done a bit too much sleeping during the day. Elma at fifteen months is getting to the stage where she’s dropping down to just one nap a day, and it’s just taking us a little while to figure out our new rhythm.
And when she’s just that awake at bedtime, there’s really only one thing to do, and that’s give in gracefully.
Yes, clearly one very sleepy little girl!
In truth, we don’t mind the occasional late night with our littler girl (note to Elma: heavy emphasis on occasional) it’s a treat to us to both be focused on the same daughter at the same time, and she laps up the extra attention. It’s the simple little things that perhaps we took for granted when we just had Kitty; letting her practice her walking between our fingers, or just cuddles and tickles, and then a snuggly story before another attempt at the bedtime routine.
And for all that I treasure my evenings, my chance to reconnect with H, and to do the things that make me Carie as well as Mummy, I don’t think I’d swap, not really. Who could resist that little funny face.