Our Bedtime Song

I stayed up late to work. Yes, I know I should be sleeping. My daughter should be sleeping too.

We heard these weird cries that almost sounded like cats mating outside. Please don’t tell Hosanna that her agitated late night cries sound like cats in heat. That wouldn’t be very nice.

Well, anyways… we were in the living room and we kept hearing these weird noises. We couldn’t figure out if it was coming from upstairs or outside. Jonah went upstairs and left the hall light on in case she was having nightmares. He came back down and got settled back to work, but then we heard it again.

We discovered it was Hosanna.

Not sure what her problem is tonight, except maybe that she had a bad dream or mayonnaise?  It does have eggs in it and she has been reacting to eggs again lately. Anyways, Jonah brought her downstairs to sleep on the couch. Which brings me to why I am writing this post.

History –> When I was preparing to wean the twins (forever ago), I made up this medley of songs to sing as they were going to bed. It was a big help. Only problem is they demand it almost every night. I have to sing over and over until they fall asleep. Except on the nights when they tell me, “No song.” They only do that because they know that they will fall asleep right away. Seriously. We always joke that we need to make a tape (okay, digital recording – who remembers what a tape is anyways?) for their spouses to play for them at night. Within 10 minutes they are out. Sometimes I sing really SLOW (I am talking really slow, so slow that I almost put myself to sleep). Other times I sing loud and out of key (well, maybe I sing out of key all the time, but there are times when I do it loud and on purpose).

Okay, so Jonah brought Hosanna down fussing and all itchy (note to self – buy Benadryl tomorrow). He put her on the couch and I started singing our song. Only this time, I changed all the words. She didn’t notice. She only noticed the tune. And within a few minutes, she was sound asleep again.

I love you in the morning and in the afternoon.

I love you when your screaming underneath the moon.

I love you.

I love you when you’re cranky and all bent out of shape.

I love you when you’re fussing and won’t go back to sleep.

I love you.

and so on… (I would type all the words, but I can’t remember them, but I know you get the point).

Jonah was snickering as I was singing, but it worked. It also did something else. It changed my frustration to thankfulness. It reminded me that I do love her when she is screaming and fussing and cranky and miserable. I love her just as much then as when she is her happy hyper self (which she is just about all the time). I have no idea what was causing her to wake tonight, but extra snuggles are on the agenda tomorrow.

Here is our regular bedtime song:

I love you in the morning and in the afternoon.

I love you in the evening and underneath the moon.

I love you.

I love you, you love me.

We’re a happy family.

With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you.

Won’t you say you love me too.

Jesus loves the little children.

All the children of the world.

Red, brown, yellow, black, and white.

They are precious in His sight.

Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Jesus loves me this I know.

For the Bible tells me so.

Little ones to Him belong.

They are weak, but He is strong.

Yes, Jesus loves me x 3

The Bible tells me so.

The B-I-B-L-E, yes that’s the book for me.

I stand alone on the word of God.

The B-I-B-L-E.

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