My youngest granddaughter spent Saturday night with us while Mom and Dad celebrated their anniversary.
She always seems to have a hard time going to sleep. I’m not sure if her brain will just not shut down so she can sleep or if she keeps her brain going to avoid sleep.
After reading books and singing songs, I thought she would settle down. NOT!
Every time I thought she was finally asleep she would sit up and ask some random question or make some random comment.
Such as:
Grandma, wake me up at 7 AM.
Grandma, there is a green light under the bed. (We have an adjustable bed and there is a tiny green light which it is on.)
Grandma, turn on the jiggle. (Our bed also has vibrations for the lumbar spine and she calls it the jiggle.
Grandma, do you know what is 9 x 9?
Grandma, I forgot to say good night to Willie. (Willie is a stuffed character we play with when she is here.)
But the one that really was surprising was:
Grandma, our house looks like Picasso painted it. (What eight-year-old has even heard of Picasso and what did she mean by that?)
I tried just ignoring her at one point but that did not work out too well.
It was “Grandma, Grandma” with each time the little voice getting louder. Then a gentle jab on my arm. When she still got no response the jabs became stronger and finally a gentle tap on my head.
She finally snuggled up close to me and went to sleep.
Just having her snuggled up close to me and resting next to me for the rest of the night was more than payment enough for all the questions and jabs!
😀 My 8-year-old is a chatterbox, but usually at the other end of the night.
5 AM: “Mom, what if you could build a robot that….”
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Sounds like she is just super intelligent and her brain is working over time!
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I’ll go with the super intelligent. Let’s say she takes after me. 🙂
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🙂 :):) Oh how I miss those days with our girls, although I feel the pain of lack of sleep 🙂 🙂 and they are usually the first up too
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A lovely, heartwarming post. (Especially effective with grandparents!)
My eldest daughter was such a chatterbox that my mother made a “twenty questions” rule.
When she’d finally had enough of Miranda’s grilling, she’d say “Twenty questions, that’s your limit!”
Seek peace,
Paz
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I will have to try this!
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