Now that you are older and have been sleeping in a "big girl" bed, you also like to get out of bed, come downstairs, and make up a story or reason why you needed to get out of bed. Usually you claim you can't find a stuffed animal. "I can't find ___________ (baby, Violet-the dog, Rudolph, Bearie)." One time you whined and claimed that "Baby hit you in the face." Several times you've gotten out of bed to put on your slippers or more recently your new silver, church shoes.
Every time, we just take you back upstairs, say good night, and tell you to "stay in bed!". Last night after we read books for 45minutes!, I put you in bed and said good night. I heard you whining/crying on the monitor and decided to check on you before you got out of bed.
Here was our conversation last night-
Maevy: "Mom...I need you to tell me a story."
(Side note: You have Daddy wrapped around your finger. Plus Daddy is really good at telling stories, and usually when it's his turn to do bed time, he tells you 1-3 stories as you lie in bed. Everything from the Wizard of Oz to Space Balls to baseball themed stories like Fever Pitch.)
Mom: "No, Mom isn't going to tell you any stories. It's time for bed. You can tell your stuffed animals a story."
Maevy: "No, I can't. Their mouths are closed."
Mom: (while trying not to laugh) "Well, then just hold on to blankie and try to go to sleep. Good night."
I'm not sure what you decided, but we didn't hear another peep. I can only imagine the stories you will make up when you are older.
Love you, Maev.
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