So it was that Mummy, for the first time in many many moons, got both minions to bed before 10pm.
Actually, that's not overly true. Pixie is in dreamland, yes, he's good at dreamland at night. I never knew bedtime could be so relaxing a routine for a minion. He goes without fuss, a simple wash, brush, change, jamas, sing night night to the world, sing night night to him, biiiiig cuddle and a kiss, down into bed, covers, teddy, and a bottle. Light out, say goodnight again, and that's it. It's rare now that he will wake and cry in the night. I'll saunter on through about 7:30-8am and he'll be sitting there, waiting patiently. He'll hand me an empty bottle, and while I go fill it with water, the cheeky monkey will hide behind the curtain. Every morning without fail. I'll go in and pretend I don't know where he's gone. Despite the fact the curtain is only long enough to cover his head. The rest of him is completely visible, but hey. He can't see me, therefore I obviously can't see him. This is a level of cuteness that is beyond compare, and I get the lucky moments of starting my day with it.
Of course Lily will already be up by then, she'll have had breakfast (I'll be able to tell by the milk and cereal decorating the kitchen sides and floor. Apparently some of it also makes it to the bowl), and be playing a game or watching a film by then.. I honestly don't know how much sleep she has. I am usually asleep before her of an evening. It's 10:27pm right now and I still hear her running back and forth in her bedroom. It's become my lullaby.
Then again, when I was little I was the same. I'd drag the big books off the landing to look at the pictures, play games, build forts, anything but actually sleep. Of course eventually the sandman would catch me, but I was usually up before everyone else in the morning, too. It's funny how it has come back around to that through her. She's so like me in so many ways.
