Can I do a long self-congratulating post here? A while ago, I made up a bedtime story for Anonybabe that I love love love. I tell it to her when she is exhausted and fighting the sleep (pretty much every night that she feels well). It's about a girl who hates bedtime.
It always starts out the same way: "once there was a little girl named Anonybabe who really hated bedtime. When it was time to go to sleep she would cry and fuss and kick and yell and roll around on the floor and holler 'no!' and pout and sulk and hit the bedroom wall. Basically she was a terror. Because she hated hated hated to go to bed. Why should she go to sleep when there were so many better things that needed to be done? So one day she decided that instead of bedtime she was going to have adventuretime. That night, she took her bath and brushed her teeth and when her parents went in to put her to bed, she lay calmly under the blankets in her fuzzy pajamas and gave them each hugs and said 'goodnight mother, goodnight father; I love you both and pleasant dreams!'. Her parents looked closely at Anonybabe and then looked at each other and shrugged and left the room. Maybe their daughter had finally decided she liked bedtime.
Then Anonybabe threw back the covers and took off her pj's (she had her clothes on underneath) and called to her best friend Francis (a handsome stuffed cat) and they both climbed out the window to have that night's adventure. And what do you think they saw?"
From there I ad lib anything. It's great fun. Of course right now Anonybabe could care less what I'm saying and singing works a lot better than talking at getting her to sleep. But I'm hoping someday she'll be into that story and that I can keep her body from climbing the walls by keeping her mind occupied.
It always starts out the same way: "once there was a little girl named Anonybabe who really hated bedtime. When it was time to go to sleep she would cry and fuss and kick and yell and roll around on the floor and holler 'no!' and pout and sulk and hit the bedroom wall. Basically she was a terror. Because she hated hated hated to go to bed. Why should she go to sleep when there were so many better things that needed to be done? So one day she decided that instead of bedtime she was going to have adventuretime. That night, she took her bath and brushed her teeth and when her parents went in to put her to bed, she lay calmly under the blankets in her fuzzy pajamas and gave them each hugs and said 'goodnight mother, goodnight father; I love you both and pleasant dreams!'. Her parents looked closely at Anonybabe and then looked at each other and shrugged and left the room. Maybe their daughter had finally decided she liked bedtime.
Then Anonybabe threw back the covers and took off her pj's (she had her clothes on underneath) and called to her best friend Francis (a handsome stuffed cat) and they both climbed out the window to have that night's adventure. And what do you think they saw?"
From there I ad lib anything. It's great fun. Of course right now Anonybabe could care less what I'm saying and singing works a lot better than talking at getting her to sleep. But I'm hoping someday she'll be into that story and that I can keep her body from climbing the walls by keeping her mind occupied.
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