House in the night

We get our kids ready for bed the second we're finished with dinner.  It's up to the tub, towel off, lounge around naked, get dressed, get medicines, brush teeth, brush hair and then read a book or two or three or four.  Sometimes on rare occasions, by mistake, we fall asleep.

It is no joke to put these three rascals to bed. Although, they seem to think it's a party most of the time.

And now, note what June is doing.  Staring at a book.  A book she's been obsessed with.  Caught rocking in the rocking chair with.  House in the Night.  She fixates on one single picture the entire time.  I can't really figure out what she loves about it.  The millions of little lines? The violin case?  The music stand?  Certainly not the cat (Kat)...

June had one of the best days of her life.  She played with toys like a normal child and enjoyed swinging and bouncing at the park.  She ate without stuffing her mouth, was focused and delightful at therapy, and was just all-around happy. BUT the best thing by far was the unexpected thing that happened at snack time.  I am 99% sure she said "more" to me.  She looked at me in the eye when we were done with snack and said "Moaaaaw Mama" in a very low and deliberate voice.  I about fell over, but then I promptly got her more pretzels.  Just so I knew it wasn't my imagination, the therapist said she did the same thing today in therapy.  She was done playing with a really really cool toy that the therapist was holding and June looked at her and said "moaaaaw" as well.  Okay, we'll take it. And Hallelujah!

And now this house in the night is all quiet and vacuumed.  Good night little house. Good night sweet children. Good night husband who helps me put the babies to bed.  Good night friends. Good night Lord...and thank you.