From early on in Brody's life, we've worked to keep his bedtime routine fairly consistent. Usually, we take him upstairs for pjs, put his sound machine on, read a book, hug and kiss goodnight and lay him down. We've had to switch it up a little over time, like when we stopped bottles & formula and rocking him to sleep, we started reading books. Since he's such a good sleeper, I try not to mess with what works.
Though generally stick to the routine, we're not at all rigid about it. Sometimes he falls asleep in the car if we've been out, every other night we do bath, some nights if he's tired enough, we don't even read a book.
So apparently we weren't being consistent enough for Brody...
He's going through a stage where he's latched onto one book that he has to read before bed EVERY night. No matter what. And there's no playing tricks on this kid, he knows right where the book should be each night and demands that it's read to him.
After several nights of reading the same book over and over, I tried to put it in his closet. He caught me doing it and started crying and pointing at it instantly. Fine, we read it anyway.
Then...last night I thought I'd lucked out. He brought the book to the bathroom but then got distracted by the running water and set it down. He loves baths just about as much as this book! After bathtime, we went to his room, leaving the book behind. He instantly went for the shelf where it belongs. When it wasn't there he looked up at me with a sad face, like where did my book go?! Then, he quickly remembered where he left it, ran out of his room straight to the bathroom door.
So what did we do? We read the book. Why mess with what works?
P.S. Thanks to Grandpa and Grandma Sara for the "Baseball Counting Book," he loves it, we hate it. :)
