Every night since he was born (except Wednesday, that's Pub Quiz night!), I've put Julian to bed with some reading, songs and a few other rituals.
First we read - usually he chooses the book and then I sing to him. The same songs. The same order. Always.
Then we do the rituals:
- Phony - He gets to look at photos on my iPhone.
- Blowing up - We take turns “blowing each other up” until we we pop like a ballon. it's hard to explain - you have to be there…
- Love you! G'night!
Recently though, I've been wondering “when will he ask me to stop”? He loves the songs, I love singing them to him, but he's five now. I'm guessing that this bedtime ritual will stop at some point before he goes to college, but I have no idea when.
And that makes me sad.