sweet dreams, my love

Ah, the rare evening post. Only a special occasion, occurring in the moonlight, merits such a deviation from The Mama’s blogging schedule. Tonight, it was The Kidling’s bedtime routine.

We all say goodnight to our munchkins  pains-in-the-butt  ankle biters  beloved children in different ways. Here in the home of The Family, we have myriad options, from short ‘good nights’ to lengthy litanies. Common bedtime salutations include:

  • “Good night, Sweetie”
  • “Let me give you a hug (hug). Kiss (kiss). Smooch (another kiss). Mooch (yep. another kiss). I love you.”
  • “Happy dreaming!”
  • “Sweet dreams!”

This evening, though, it was something entirely new. After a string of  on a particular topic (followed by attempts at accurate responses), The Mama’s parting words this evening were:

“Good night, Sweetie. We’ll Google a good kid explanation for the origin of the universe in the morning.”

Really. Exact quote. My life is freaking amazing.

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About The Mamahttp://kidlingville.comProfessional talker, editor, emailer, problem solver, adjunct lecturer, blogger, and mother to the brilliantly absurd Kidling.

18 thoughts on “sweet dreams, my love

  1. Oh, she must be so full of questions! I love that we can look things up on the internet… because I certainly can’t figure out how to answer ALL those questions. You’re such an awesome mom.

    • She is so, so full of questions. I don’t know what I would do without The Google. 😉

      Thanks for your kind words, Kylie. I have moments of awesomeness for sure, but they are matched with really rotten moments and both are peppered among the hefty doses of normality. Just like everyone…

      And hey, congrats on the FP! Woo-hoo!

  2. Estelle has been asking too…i’ve given her the spectrum from big bang to god, and ended with everyone chooses to believe how it began in their own way because no one knows the final answer. i like this part of motherhood 😉

    • Alice was working her way backwards. I kept thinking I was off the hook, but then she went further back in time… and further, and further, and further. Next thing I knew it was way past her bedtime.

      These girls. They are the best, no? We should get them together. Alice really misses Estelle.

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