Duh!
I had her start "helping" me put him to bed and all is right with the world again. She uses the bathroom and brushes her teeth while I put his PJs on. Then we read his books, and often she reads them to him. (That is super cute!) The she turns off the light and helps me sing Twinkle Twinkle and Jesus Loves Me. And he lays down perfectly, with no worries about her presence. What was I worried about? Then she and I finish her routine in her room while he mumbles himself to sleep. I walk down the steps, usually by 6:50pm. The house is quiet, I have the evening to myself and everyone is happy until 12 hours later, when the craziness begins again.
Celebrating the small successes! Yippee!





