Thursday, October 19, 2006

Zzzzzzzz

As part of a new bed time routine, we are trying to get Max used to winding down with Dad for a little while before going to sleep. The experiment has been succeeding a little too well. Max finds it so relaxing to curl up on his Dad and listen to music that he has decided that Dad's chest is his new bed. It is then sometimes hard to persuade him to transplant himself to the actual bed when the time comes. I don't mind this so much -- it ties up both Max and Ian, leaving me the bed to myself -- but Ian keeps claiming that his lower back dislikes staying in one position so long. Whatever. I'm sure they'll work it out. Meanwhile, I'm going to stretch out in the queen-size bed, starfish-style. Ahhh.

2 comments:

Raging Wombat said...

Ian has quite the impish look about him. What does that mean?

Chelsa said...

It is possible that Ian looks that way because he is proud that he got Max to go to sleep. It is also possible, however, that Ian is up to no good, and that the feeling of being one step ahead of us leaves him looking smug.