Bedtime

Tonight was a monumental night at the Frumusanu household. Bedtimes are usually somewhat of a struggle. But tonight, my little man was amazingly independent.

He was playing upstairs (nicely) with sister, and I told him I would go get him his milk. He said, "Thank you. I'll wait here and play with sister." I went and got his sippy cup of milk, and brought it back. I got out his warm "jammies" and told him that because it was going to be cold tonight, he needed to wear them. (the past few weeks have been a struggle to get pajamas on him). He said okay, asked for his diaper to be changed, and requested help unbuckling his belt. We got his jammies on without any discussion.

I asked him to select a story, which he promptly did, and we read. He did not get upset when his sister sat on the book, but rather interacted very kindly with her. We finished the story, and usually he requests another story. But tonight (this is the best part of the story), he said, "The story is over, it's time to pray." He got up on his knees, and prayed all by himself, remembering to bless Daddy's managers, grandma & grandpa, Caytlyn, and a variety of other things.

After he ended his prayer, he went and laid down. I asked him if he was going to brush his teeth, he said "No, thank you." I didn't want to push the angel, so I said okay (deciding that if he got out of bed I would have him brush them). I kissed him good night, his sister kissed him goodnight, I tucked him in and we went out so I could lay Caytlyn down.

This was an hour ago. He is sleeping like an angel. Wow! That guy is amazing! I'll post pics soon.