Last night was a tough night to be a mommy of a three year old. "Z" had the case of the "I don't want to listens" all day long. This isn't uncommon in our house; he is three of course! But it ended badly tonight with "Z" under the dog, pulling the dog's hair, the dog crying and trying to get away and "Z" with a badly scratched face. Then the baby started to cry because she was freaked out by the whole thing and all the noise.
So, I told him that was enough, we are going to bed! Needless to say, he was not happy. But once we got upstairs and he realized the we were still following the same bed time routine (just much more abruptly), he calmed down and went with the flow.
After an episode of Dragon Tales and two library books were read the lights went out. He was laying on his bed, looking out the window and said to me, "Oh mommy, look at that star it is so pretty." I said, "You are right. It is very pretty. Now stop talking and go to sleep." And he said, "I need to find a ladder first. A very tall ladder, so I can climb up to the sky and give you that star. It's so pretty."
Don't you wish you can bottle these moments up and open them when you are feeling sad? Whoever can figure out how to do that, I think I would love forever:)