Lastnight at about 7:30 LaLa put herself to bed. She told me her legs hurt cause they were so tired and she needed to go to bed. No skin off my nose. Please child, put yourself to bed. KiKi on the other hand was wired. I don't know if it was because she has been feeling so puny for so long or if the days activities had just got her super amped but she was not going to be going to bed at bedtime. I am sure the cookie she ate at 8pm had no effect at all. Are you sensing the sarcasm?
At about 9pm I decided that enough was enough. Time for bed. I found her favorite Dora pajamas, got her changed and put her in bed. Then she asked for water. I went and got water. She was out of bed by the time I got back to her room. I put her back in bed and sat down on the edge to wait for her to fall asleep. Then I looked at her and saw the tell tale glint of mischif in her eyes. KiKi had other plans. This was not going to be an easy bedtime. She talked to me. I told her to go to sleep. She heard "Retreat" played on the loudspeaker outside (military base, remember).
Me- "That is the night night music. Time to go to sleep."
After the music was over she continued to try to play in her bed. I kept telling her it was time to go to bed. She then made me laugh. She pointed her finger at me, and told me off in toddler speak. I have no idea what she said, but she meant business. Whatever she told me it must have satisfied her because she quickly fell asleep after her diatribe.