Last night was an interesting bedtime night for all of us. I was home early from work, and The Wife had no nighttime obligations. So, for the first time in a week, we were able to sit down as a family and eat dinner. That’s especially fun nowadays, because The Baby can finally sit in his high chair and comment on the proceedings. Dinner went as expected, with the children alternating between sitting and eating and trying to wrestle under the table.
I really wonder what it must be like to worry about my children’s eating habits. None of my kids are especially shy about eating, and even The Boy – who is the pickiest eater – will pretty much eat anything you put in front of him, as long as it has pasta, red sauce of some kind, cheese, or meat. We hear from our teachers that our kids are some of the only ones that actually eat most or all of their lunch on any given day. That’s nice to hear. I don’t claim any special parenting ability, although I do think the “baby-led weaning” that The Wife subscribes helped the matter.
After dinner, the boys and I played for a little bit, running around the house and doing the normal daddy-roughhousing thing. Around 7:15, The Boy said, “Daddy, I’m tired. I want to rest with you upstairs.” Okay. I can do that. We went upstairs, watched an episode of Batman: The Brave and the Bold, and turned on an episode of Sholom Sesame (a collaboration between the Children’s Television Workshop from New York and Israel). The Boy was asleep around halfway through the show. I left him in bed until I had done my nightly business – in this case, running on the elliptical and cleaning the bathroom.
It’s interesting putting him to bed. I’ll usually sit with him for a few minutes after we do our stories, and he is really good at falling asleep quickly. When I get up, no matter how asleep he is, he opens his eyes and says, “Daddy, don’t go!” It’s very cute. I’ll tell him that I need to shower, or do medicines, or talk to Mom, and he’ll respond with, “Will you come back?” I always come back to check on him before I go to bed, so I tell him yes, and then he says, “Okay. Turn the light out, please.”
I won’t comment on the fact that, if either one of us is having a rough morning, I will still hop in bed with him. It keeps him settled and quiet for longer in the morning, and it lets me get an extra half hour of sleep. Mum is good at getting Little Bear in bed with her, watching an Elmo program for an extra bit of shuteye, and Little Bear will inevitable wander down and jump on top of us. He’s still easy to get to bed – read a story or two, sing a few songs, and he’s ready to go down. The Boy? Not so much, but he’s never been that easy. He just likes the individual attention, I guess.
What do your kids do?