So tonight, we got to bed a little later than normal. I'm in the middle of a serious baby proofing of Ella's room in order to move Josie's crib out of our room to begin a more serious approach at weaning. It's been tons of work to sort and organize all the little choking hazards that six year olds play with! I worked a big chunk of yesterday and today on the room and got most of it done, but it put us a little behind on our bedtime routine. I could tell Simon was very tired because he was slow to obey and out for some negative attention. As I wrapped things up in Ella's room, I could hear him downstairs with Bryan and Josie. Bryan warned him a couple of times that he was being too rough with his little sister. All of a sudden, I heard her cry out and begin wailing painfully. And I knew something had gone terribly wrong...I rushed down to comfort her and saw she had a bite mark on her big toe. He had really BIT HER! It was a deep indention, but fortunately he hadn't broken the skin. Ugh...
After receiving some serious discipline and a stern talking to, it was most definitely time for bed. (However, we made time for a puzzle and a quick book so that there was some POSITIVE attention in there as well!) As I laid next to Simon in his bunk, he was chattier than I expected. I thought for sure he would pass out as soon as he hit the pillow. And so I brought up my little sleep incentive...
Me: "Simon, if you don't get some sleep, your body can't grow!"He really adores Ella. And I took the opportunity to remind him that Josie adores him that way. She looks up to him and laughs at everything he does. I encouraged him to be her protector and be kind to her and never hurt her on purpose. He looked so remorseful, I thought he might cry. He seemed to get it. And then he showered me with kisses and I showered him with kisses and then he rolled over and feel asleep.
Simo: "I don't want to grow anymore."
Me: "Really? You want to stay this little forever?"
Simo: "Maybe God would make me stop growing so I could stay little."
Me: "Don't you want to get big and have your own kids and your own house someday and be big and grown up like Daddy?"
Simo: "Yeah."
Me: "And do you want to get married?"
Simo: "Yes. To Ella."
My guess is he'll wake up an inch taller. :)
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