BEDTIME CAPERS

 

Dear Mummy,

Another series of games that we love to play with you and Daddy is "Bedtime Capers".  We admit that we occasionally give you the impression that we don't want to go to bed, by using tactics such as relying on our severe case of 'bright and shiny' syndrome to start procrastinating like we're professional time wasters, easily distracted by the smallest glint, shimmer or sound.  If this fails to work, we quickly transition into plan 'B' which is adopting our emotional blackmail strategy.  We slump our shoulders, shake our heads, pout our bottom lip and act as if you have just stolen our precious bag of lollies.  After you announce that the day has come to an end, we then behave like you've crushed all our remaining hopes and dreams.  We all know better.  We all know that this is just the beginning of the game.

Once in bed, with the lights out, Linc and I often take bets as to how many times we can get you to return to our room, repeatedly attempting to get us to settle down, climb back into bed, close our eyes, put our books away and turn off our music making furry friends, before you 'lose the lot' or 'crack a banana'.  All winnings are tripled if you have to resort to forcing Daddy to get off his butt and chase us back to bed and threaten us into submission.  Sometimes we draw mega blocks to see which one of us dares to toddle out, wide-eyed, as if it's morning, with a story book, expecting compliance.

Mummy, when we finally succumb to the pressure of the sandman and head off into the land of sweet dreams, the last thing we see is, you, looking a little frazzled.  Don't worry, we understand.  After a couple of hours of playing chasey with you and Daddy and participating in other bedtime escapades, we're a little exhausted as well.

Well after our bedtime frolics have subsided and when you think we are deep in sleep, you come back into check on us.  We know you're there though.  Your smile starts to beam across your face again and the twinkle creeps back into your eyes.  We wait for your visits.  Tenderly you kiss our foreheads, brush our hair lovingly behind our ears and pull the blankets up under our chins.  You gingerly remove toys wedged in our ribs or the books that we cling to.  We love these moments. 

We also love watching you sprint from the room, the nanosecond we start to twitch, move, roll or flinch.  Giggling quietly to ourselves, we know that's the fastest we've ever seen you move!

 

Love Ollie and Linc xoxo

P.S.  However, seriously Mummy, when you did pop in to visit us the other night and discovered us both finally crashed out in the same bed together, what we're you thinking when you decided to use flash photography?!?!  You must be either a sucker for punishment or you just want to keep playing the game.