Can't beat snuggle time.
Bree and I had a magical evening together, one that I hope to remember always.
It started with only a couple of time-outs throughout dinner. Overall, she was pretty well behaved. Afterwards we settled into our normal bath time routine, again without much fuss. But the best part was the movie.
Bree watched The Polar Express with her grandma last Saturday, and has been talking about it all week. I finally found it on tv and recorded it for her, so it was ready to go tonight after bath. Usually the only thing that will hold her attention is Dora, and lately she has also been into Shrek, but even then she is bouncing around on the couch and easily distracted. What is it about this movie, then, that captivates her? She was enthralled. So was I.
I love the book. Chris Van Allsburg is one of my all-time favorite children's authors. But I had never seen the movie until now. Delighted, Bree snuggled up next to me and even held my hand and squeezed it. Is there anything better for a mom? Her laugh was contagious when it came to the part she'd been talking about all week, when the mother eagle catches a train ticket and feeds it to her baby, only the baby spits it back out.
We snuggled on the couch and quietly talked about things that were happening on the screen. All the while I was aware of the subtle movements of Bree's soon-to-be sibling.
When the movie ended, she sat up and sang with the songs as the credits rolled. I then told her to get her snuggie, that it was time for bed, and miraculously she did just that! Bedtime has been a struggle lately but tonight she was ready. She carried Snuggie directly into her room and sang a song to the moon. I put her in her crib and she babbled to me about her weekend plans. Speaking animatedly she told me that she will see Grammie, and that she is going to sing happy birthday to her friend Chase at a pirate party. She ended the conversation with a spirited, "Argh!" and laid right down to go to sleep.
How lucky am I to have spent this evening with my daughter.