November 20, 2001 - Tuesday
Harry doesn't go to sleep anymore when I sing to him and that's a little disappointing.
In fact, it's been going on long enough so I'm starting to think that this routine
of ours, that has often been such a special time between Harry and me for several
months now, is likely to have to change soon. When I lie down with him, instead
of asking for a song, Harry now immediately starts talking. And, it is charming,
no doubt. Harry talks about his day, or events from the past (he still talks
about going down the "big slide
" at the
playground outside the hospital the day after Jeremy was born), or, if he can't
think of anything else, he'll identify the parts of my face and I happily lie
there and egg him on. It's certainly a new type of special time. This evening,
for example, Harry heard Jeremy stirring downstairs and said "Jeremy waking
up." Then after a moment's pause and visible introspection, he proudly
corrected himself saying, "Jeremy IS waking up." How wonderful it
is to hear him talk and learn right there next to me, with just the light from
the hall revealing the expressions on his face.
Unfortunately, it is about bedtime and going to sleep and I sense that Harry
has reached he point where he knows that. He further seems to know that if we
talk, I won't start singing right away and that will effectively delay his going
to sleep, the instinctual goal of any child from about this age until the pre-teens.
Harry has started to work the bedtime ritual.