Hi there. Emma again. I understand that my guest posts on Mommy’s blog have earned me some loyal fans. (Is the word “minions” appropriate yet? Too soon?) So to all of you out there: THANK YOU for showing me the love. Kiss kiss.
Jacob: Mommy, I’m going to tell you a funny joke.
A few months ago, I was up in the attic with my four-and-a-half-year-old Jacob and my husband Dan. Jacob found a bag full of chess pieces on the shelf.
You know how you tuck your kid into bed, say “good night” and then walk out the door? Me either. How did the process of getting a child into a bed become a 45-minute ritual requiring an intermission and a concession stand? We are simply no match for our children– two stall-master-black-belts who suddenly find Mommy and Daddy RIVETING just before bedtime. (Send. Help.) Here’s how it breaks down . . .