Bedtime for my two-year-old is becoming increasingly difficult these days.
We got lucky for a while, because we could read him a book, snuggle a bit, say nighty-night and down he’d go. Of our three children, my youngest has always been the easiest to put to bed.
Yet lately, NOT so much.
Especially when my husband is not home to say goodnight.
I’ve tried to play the whole bedtime routine off nonchalantly, saying things like, “It’s ‘book time!” or “Let’s go put on your favorite pajamas!” But… he’s too smart these days to be duped by words.
He knows. Without a doubt he knows that nap time or nighttime is on the horizon.
His old race-up-the-stairs-to-pick-out-a-book-or-two routine has all too quickly been replaced by a sudden race to anywhere that I. Am. Not.
And then (of course) this sudden fleeing reflex of his is typically followed by:
- Me scooping him up,
- To take him kicking and screaming upstairs to his bedroom,
- And ultimately leave him crying.
Eventually (what feels like hours later, but in reality is probably only 5 minutes) the crying fades… and he drifts off to sleep.
Bedtime Prayers of Patience
What happened? Why can’t things go back to books and snuggles and nighty-nights? Ohhhhh, how I loooong to go back to those days.
Occasionally my husband and I have found that we can manage to avoid the “bedtime flee and fight” if we are both home. This is strategically done by allowing our youngest to “choose” which of his parents will put him to bed (the independence of a choice always seems to extinguish a temper tantrum).
But the other night, well…
The other night was not a night when my husband was home.
And I knew what awaited me…
- An intense journey up the stairs
- An unusually long and loud struggle maneuvering “pajama gear” on his little body
- A quick book (that we never managed to finish due to how distraught he was)
- A snuggle-less crib drop off, complete with a “blown kiss” good night (warranted by momma’s fear of temper-tantrum-induced-flailing limbs)
Except, you can only imagine my surprise when…
I closed the door to his room and almost immediately the crying stopped.
Maybe this stage was coming to an end? Maybe he was moving beyond all this nonsense? Maybe I would eventually even be able to get some snuggles and a real (not blown!) smooch from him before bed again?
Relief crept up in me as I walked down, relishing in the silence of the evening.
The Mystery of the Faint Ring…
Naturally, the first thing I want to do in my excitement over my increase bedtime success is text my husband to share the good news!
I reach in my pocket to pull out my iPhone but find it’s not there.
I call to my older two children to ask if they’ve seen momma’s phone – no?
I check all the usual missing-phone places (I tend to “misplace” my iPhone more than I care to admit)
And then it hits me…
Did I leave it in my youngest son’s room?
Oh. My. Gosh.
My 2-year-old finally goes to bed without major tears and NOW I have to go back in there?
But a mom’s got to do what a mom’s got to do, so back up the stairs I go.
My strategy: In and out, as quick as possible.
Except, no iPhone is to be found.
All that, and it wasn’t even in there! I quickly (without eye contact) say another “Good night – Momma loves you” to my 2-year-old and hold my breath as I walk out of the room with expectations of intense crying.
Yet again, no cries!?
And still no phone.
Where could it be?
With hopes that the phone is not turned on vibrate, I revert to the good ol’ tried and true phone-finding technique of calling myself from our land-line. And within moments I hear the slightly muted sound of its ring.
I walk into my home office and in horror realize the the ring is coming from…
The baby monitor.
Below is a photo “recreation” of how I envision my son playing out the sneaky fact that he “pick-pocketed” my iPhone.
No wonder he was so silent after I left the room.*
*The next evening went back to the same-old-same-old kicking, screaming, crying bedtime routine and in the back of my head a tiny voice ever-so-briefly tossed around the crazy idea of buying a “bedtime” iPhone for my 2-year-old (not really, but… )
Leave a Comment: What is your children’s bedtime routine like? How do you deal with kids who don’t want to go to sleep? Has anyone ever used the find-your-phone feature that comes with the iPhone? Does it work?!