The Comfort of Routine

The routine we follow every night at bed time.

Bath
Brush teeth
potty
Grant lays down and I sing my song- Hush Little Baby and Jason sings his Take Me Out to the Ballgame.
Then I tell Grant a story-not by reading one from a book but by using my wonderfully creative mind (ha yeah right-you should hear some of the lame stories I come up with).
I Love You's and hugs and kisses -then off to sweet dreams for little Man.

HUSH LITTLE BABY (my version-because apparently my ending is different from the standard version of the song-just now found this out)
Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird.

If that mockingbird won't sing,
Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring.

If that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama's going to buy you a looking glass.

If that looking glass gets broke,
Mama's going to buy you a billy goat.

If that billy goat gets bony,
Mama' going to buy you a Shetland Pony.

If that pony runs away,
Rum-diddie-boom-ba-boom-she-ay.