My two-year-old daughter will not go to sleep without her books. Not only does she want a few of them read to her before the lights go out, but she wants them all piled onto her bed. It’s her routine.
The routine begins with bath time. If Daddy’s in charge, the bath is long, luxurious, and very full. She won’t come out until the water is tepid and her fingers and toes are like prunes. If Mommy is in charge, the bath is efficient, purposeful, and ends abruptly.
After bath time, there’s lotion, getting dressed in her pajamas, and milk. She must have warm milk. She often says, in her little voice, “I want some milk, ” but because she’s having trouble with articulation, it sounds like “I wanna smoke!” Ha! Then it’s time to brush her teeth, comb out her almost-dry hair, and read her books.
Reading these books is a process. She must first move them all from her bed (and around and under her bed) into the book basket next to her rocking chair. Then, she’ll climb on Mommy’s or Daddy’s lap and read with her blankie tucked around her. After a few stories, she’ll climb down, indicate that it’s time to sleep, and climb back up into her bed. She wants her blankie on top of her and her singing bird lamp turned on. The next step is to put all of the books from the basket back onto her bed. They surround her. (And I confess that to sometimes avoid this long process, I hide some of the books in her dresser or closet…)
A month or so ago, my sister offered to do the honors at bedtime. Auntie Haley doesn’t have her own children yet and enjoys partaking in the monotony of parenthood. After going through the routine, Auntie Haley still hadn’t satisfied my little Daphne’s demands but could not figure out what else was to be done. Teeth had been brushed, hair had been combed, books had been read, and blankie had been placed in its position of honor. Even the singing birds had been turned on. But, as Auntie Haley tried to shut off the light and close the door, protests were launched. Auntie Haley called me in for backup. I surveyed the scene and declared, “She wants her books on her bed.”
So, we piled them on her bed. We surrounded her with books, and when one accidentally fell down between the bed and the wall, more whining began and we had to retrieve that book and place it back on top of the bed. Once this was finished, the protests ceased and we were able to shut the door and return to grown up land, where peace exists and children are sleeping. My sister immediately suggested that I take photographs and share this “strange” routine on the blog, so here it is!
As I pondered my daughter’s habits and thought about how my older daughter keeps her light on as late as possible so she can read her books before bed as well, I realized that reading and sleeping and inseparable. There’s nothing like a good book or story before going to bed. In fact, I remember many nights in my youth of reading before the lights were turned out. My mother read from chapter books to us each night before bed. There, we were introduced to Gary Paulsen’s Hatchet (1987), The Indian in the Cupboard (1980) by Lynne Reid Banks, and Jack London’s The Call of the Wild (1903), among others. In bed alone, I remember spending time with Aesop’s Fables, Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women (1868), and Pearl S. Buck’s The Good Earth (1931). Nancy Drew was also a favorite.
This year, I’ve read to my daughter the first four books from the Little House on the Prairie series, all of the Clementine books by Sara Pennypacker, and several other fun children’s novels. Right now, my husband is reading to Olivia Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (1999), the third book in the Harry Potter series. They have recently finished the first two.
One particular memory of my childhood reading in bed stands out. We were spending the night at my grandmother’s house in California, and my sister Haley and I were sharing the middle room with two twin beds. We stayed up reading. The last thing I remember was saying to myself, “I will just finish this chapter and then I’ll go to sleep.” Well, the next morning came with the sun shining through the long, translucent drapes and the birds singing that it was time to wake up. I stirred, realizing that the lamp was still on and that the book I had been reading lay open on my chest. I had never finished that chapter, but I had gotten a good night’s rest.
As today is New Year’s Eve, I can’t help but reveal to you that my plans are not to go out among the crowds, nor will I watch the ball drop in Times Square. I won’t even attend a neighborhood party or invite friends or family over to celebrate. I will probably be curled up with a good book and be fast asleep before midnight even approaches.
So, Happy New Year and may your 2013 be filled with books!
Love her little routine!
It’s quirky and it’s her!
How precious! I hope that my children love books as much as Daphne does. Happy New Year to you and your family!
Thanks! I am sure they will because they will have you for a mom, and you love books!
She’s so cute – a great ritual to have, at any age!
Happy new year to you and your family!
Thank you! It is a good ritual for everybody! Good point. 🙂
Emily, she is a cutie. My daughter used to wake me up sometimes after I fell asleep reading to her. Take care, BTG
Ha! I love it! Daughter waking up dad. Very nice, and I’m sure she remembers that fondly.
That’s funny — Ains has a similar routine. On library day I usually have to take apart her bed to find some that are due.
Our “New Year’s Eve Celebration” is similar to yours as well, except we add treats…because it’s a holiday!
Yes, library day always involves moving the bed! I like your idea of treats for tonight. I may do that!
Books are one of the most amazing things to grow up with! The stories you’re told tend to develop the imagination and remain with you for life. I am 24 and remember my dad reading to us under the living room table and i also remember that i was 13 and in hospital when i started the harry potter series, the first being given to me by my teacher.
Those sound like fun memories. How great that your dad read to you!
So cute! Happy New Year to you!
Thanks! Right back at you!
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Must be something with two-year-old girls because mine is the same. Every night just before I go to bed, I tuck her in and remove the books. Ah but tonight I read her a book off the Ipad, not quite as appealing as a paperback!!
How fun! I agree, an iPad just isn’t the same as a physical copy of a book.
Adorable routine! Here’s to hoping your little girl’s love of books continues as she grows!
Thank you! I definitely hope she continues to love books.
You are right on, my son does the same thing! Loves his books and must take his current favorites to bed with him. This is one habit I can live with…not sure I would want to sleep with my books but at least mine would be paper back:)
Yeah, no kidding! Sleeping with books would be so uncomfortable, especially some of the larger hardcovers! Your comment also reminded me that most of her books are board books, yet she still finds a way to rip and bite them until they are yucky.