Lately bedtimes have been a struggle. A BIG struggle. One of our attempts to explain to Katy WHY she has to go to bed is to say that we all have a bedtime. Hers is 8:00. So what time is it? "8 on the clock," she says. That's right: time for Katy to go to bed. I've attempted to explain that 2:00 is naptime, but she doesn't seem to distinguish the two and gets confused. "No, Mommy, it's 8 on the clock."
So today we had lunch with my sister, and in the car on the way home, Katy and I had this conversation:
Me: When we get home, Katy, it's naptime.
K: It's 8 on the clock.
M: That's right.
K: Where's Aunt Mel?
M: She's in her car.
K: Where's she going?
M: To her house.
K: She's going to her house to go to sleep, too. It's 8 on her clock.
Jack at 16
2 years ago
3 comments:
Summer time is Sooo hard with it staying light out. We bought a black-out shade that really, really helped us because we could make it darker in his bedroom for the transition.
Katy has no idea how useful it is to have a bedtime of 8 on the clock. It beats staying up until 10:30 on Facebook or something.
The long light days sure don't help! It's too bad we can't make up for it by putting them to bed at four-thirty all winter!
Hang in there!
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