Every night we do the same thing.
We have a routine.
Bath, brush, book, and bed.
And although every once in a while I think it is okay to skip the bath, book and bed will never be altered.
No matter how late it is.
{Truth be told, I am really pretty strict about bed time. There may be one night a week were Linc is up later because we are at an event or something, but those really don’t happen often}
There is a small bookshelf in Linc’s room that holds all of his board books.
His shelf.
And he gets to choose his book.
I have noticed that this process has become more intense as he has grown older.
I truly believe that one of Lincoln’s favorite parts of the day is choosing his own book.
He feels empowered.
He will stand at that book shelf and move books around, look at some pictures, ponder, then put one back, until…
He has the perfect book.
If I ever try to help even move books around so he can see them all I get an instant whine of disapproval.
This is his thing.
Just recently I have started to bring in longer books for us to read but he still gets to pick from his shelf.
Long book…then Lincoln’s book.
His bedtime.
His book.
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