giggles, playtime with Daddy before bed
“Oh I think Daddy’s home,” I say with glee while looking at her eyes get big and a smile grow on her face. “Go see if he’s here!”
She hops up from the couch and scatters off. Her sweet voice saying, “I hope he’s here; I no want to miss him,” trails behind her.
“Hiiii,” my husband’s voice greets his baby girl in a higher tone than his normal speaking voice.
I can’t help but to smile.
“How was your day?” he asks.
She giggles and exaggerated Muah’s drift down the hall.
We have a schedule, a routine: TV gets turned off at 7, we brush teeth and go potty, we go in her room and tell stories with the lights out, she lays down, I sing, she goes to bed, I collapse on the couch. We have a routine. It works.
But tonight, Daddy’s home before bedtime.
But we have a routine!
“I play with daddy!” she orders.
I look at them both sitting there and she’s just so into playing with Daddy and I realize neither of them get to do this as often as we do-- my girl and me. And I realize, it’s OK to expand that bedtime routine for at least a few minutes…
Daddy’s home and we don’t want to miss him.