When Bode was the only child, we would play on the bed every night. It was part of our nighttime routine. He would take a bath, get into pjs, and then I would boost him up onto our big bed for some pillow climbing and tickling. Bob started it as a way to get the "extra energy" out of Bode. We would tucker him out with tickles, read stories, then bed.
The fact that I had completely forgotten this, and then remembering those good times together, made me very sad. And I of course wondered if Bode was thinking about those times, too, and missing them. (guilt)
So this time, when he asked to get up on our bed, I didn't answer. I didn't say, "No, Bode." I didn't tell him that I need to do this, or get that, and quickly shoo him out of the bedroom. Without a word, I boosted him up onto the bed. He giggled while he climbed around the bed, rolling onto and off of the pillows. I scooped up Gianna and put her on the bed. Babycakes protested, at first. This was not part of her bedtime routine. And she was ready for sleep.
| Even in your brother's hand-me-down pjs and a frownie face, you look cute! |
Her brother's giggling got her attention.
| What's so funny? |
She climbed over to her brother and pulled his hair, as she often does to show her love.
| I love you, Bode! |
| I love you sooooo much, I'm pulling your hair with both hands! |
And as a reminder to Gianna: this is your best friend. His name is Bode, and he is your big brother. He makes you very, very happy.
| Gianna's BFF |
xo
No comments:
Post a Comment