When Meredith was still pretty little (before she was 2) she had to be rocked to sleep every. night. I always reminded myself that those were nights I would never regret, and I don't. (Colby has been a champion sleeper ever since he was born.) Natalie has to be talked to sleep. Some nights are not easy, especially when we're so tired we can't stand it, but there are a few nights where I can't help but laugh and enjoy the conversational topics Nat picks.
Tonight was Dragon Tales, Natalie's go-to show. Honestly, I'm so sick of hearing about dragons that I could scream, but she's all about them. So that's what we talked about tonight. And blackberries. And how red berries are spicy but when they turn black they taste good. I also made a hollow promise to buy some blackberries at the store tomorrow with the hope that it will be forgotten, (have you SEEN the price of a teeny container of blackberries?) but Nat will probably remember.
Some nights are so tough to get through with a child that refuses to lie down and rest (even after bribes of fun-filled tomorrows), or rest when she finally lies down (she dozed off three times just to wake back up talking about berries again), but it could be so much worse. At least we can have fun three-year-old conversations while waiting for sleep to finally come. ")
