Goodnight, goodnight construction site

Bedtime has become a bit of a struggle for me since Susanna Rose's arrival. (Sorry, sweet girl). Bedtime was a long ordeal full of snuggles and bath and books (lots of books) and songs and kisses and hugs and prayers. I've struggled with the fact that with a new baby and a husband on nights, I don't have time for the marathon bedtime routine Kirby used to know and that I loved. It has taken many nights of one or sometimes both of the kids crying and sometimes even me crying, but we are getting there. Man, it has broken my heart to put him into bed crying because we didn't have enough time for one or ten more books. Just in the past week or two I've managed to get Susanna Rose into bed and then have time with Kirby for his own bedtime rather than rushing through it while she cried in her bouncy chair on the floor or in my arms. Of course it is short because you never know when a newborn will need your attention so I always feel as though we are in a race against time. Kirby has recently taken to reading the books himself..."I read it down on the ground."  So I struggle also with him not wanting to snuggle up next to me and let me read to him, but tonight. Oh. Tonight. Tonight we started something that I could stick with. After he/we finished goodnight goodnight construction site and we "turned out the light", he climbed into bed himself (oh this new-found independence is killing me) and asked for me to get into bed with him. What?  ummm, yes of course. I gladly obliged and snuggled up right next to his sweet little self and began his prayers, which much ti my surprise, he said WITH ME. That was a first. He prayed for family members, our baby, and choo choo trains, and then he said the Lord's Prayer with me. MELT. 

And then. Then he promptly asked me to get out of bed. And back to reality.