We have one child (age 5) who prefers to stay up later at night and sleep a bit longer in the morning. As he isn't usually given the opportunity to sleep later in the morning (because the 2 other boys he shares a room with are usually up at 6:30 and haven't mastered their "quiet voices"), we maintain his 8 p.m. bedtime along with everyone else. (Actually, T (2) is generally down earlier.)
Even though we SEND him to bed, this boy also has a tendency to wander back downstairs- always with a good reason, of course. Usually there is something he just HAS to tell Daddy.
Last night as B and I were savoring our first two minutes of quiet, I saw R appear at the top of the stairs. That is where he began his conversation, "Dad. . . " I watched in amusement as he continued down the stairs, talking his way back into the living room where we were. B responded to R and then R started in on a new line of conversation, wandering over to my sewing basket, lifting the lid and curiously peering inside. Satisfied, he turned back to us and said, "Well, you know... I was listening to the c.d. in Liv's room today and at the fourth song it starting skipping terribly."
Oh, yes. And we assured him that fact was of concern, but he really MUST go to bed now. He gave a quick nod, and skipped back upstairs. I am assuming that his love tank was filled by that personal interaction and now that he was heard, he could rest. It also caused me much giggling. This is the same boy that walked downstairs with me an hour earlier, an apple in his hand. He had two apples after dinner (he loves when we get apples through the CSA!); one seemed to turn pink inside as he ate it and the second seemed greener inside. "Mom," he said. "I've had two mysterious apples!" I leaned over and kissed his head while I gave him a squeeze and told him how much JOY he brings our home.
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