Routine

We have routine around here. Not Nazi routine, just routine. I was never so reminded of it till last night when the littlest showed me.

We were all in his room, he had his PJ's on, and was just toddling about, going from thing to thing, playing with toys and listening to the other three of us talk. I was loving that we were all in one room in the house, and it's a small one, but all of us in there, just being together. I was taking that part of it in, maybe more than the others. I was quietly observing that one small fact. I was beginning to get lost in thought of other things, mind wandering when suddenly the littlest says out loud, "nigh nigh" and goes to the door and closes it, looks at the light, says 'bye bye' to the oldest and his daddy, comes over to me, puts down his pacy (previously in his mouth) and then says and signs, "mil mil" (milk and did the sign for 'drink'). Well. Now that's a kid who can appreciate routine. It was about 730 and he was ready for bed. And let me tell you, after the room was cleared out of the other two boys, he drank that bottle, and he went fast asleep in two mintues. I quietly laid him down, covered him up, and left the room.

I get the oldest in his room after his shower and we read together and next thing you know, by 830 he's asleep (just in time for Grey's) and that is just how it goes. He gets to stay up later sometimes, yes but on school nights, it's no joke. And he gets that. I think it's from years of routine. I don't know. I think so though.

Now if you were to ask me about MY routine, I'd say to you, "what routine? for me? I have no routine, I fly by the seat of my ever loving pants" and it's so true. How is that? How can I instill excellent structure for the boys yet not for myself? Ok so this entry is turning out to be something else so I'll stop here. Yes. It's THE END.

Jenn