Now playing in a bedroom near you!
The time: Bedtime, whatever it means to you.
The outfit: Almost pajamas.
What to bring: Good will and lots of love.
Having a happy child singing all the way to bed and putting on PJ’s with a happy glare in his eyes and a huge smile on his face: Priceless!
So here’s the deal. Instead of repeated asking (which I hate doing), then counting to whatever, then yelling, then threatening he won’t get something or the other tomorrow, and then some more yelling and more counting, I decided to try a different thing. Singing. I don’t remember how I got the idea. The fact I don’t remember how it started probably indicates I was mighty tired at the time. Strange things happy when I get mighty tired to think straight. Some of those strange things are good things. So I’m sharing.
To the melody of “If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands”, I attached sentences that refer to putting on PJ’s and change according to the progress. Don’t worry about making it rhyme- I’ve found that if you end up any sentence, no matter how long, with ”1, 2, 3” or ”Way to go”, it’ll rhyme no matter how long the sentence. Hehe.
It sounds something like this: ”Who is taking off his shirt? 1,2,3
Who is taking off his shirt? 1,2,3
Who is taking off his shirt? Who is taking off his shirt? Who is taking off his shirt? 1,2,3
Who is putting on his pajamas? 1,2,3…” (And so on in this manner until the clothes are off and the pajamas are on.)
“Who has his pajamas on? Way to go!…”
And so on, and so on, change the words as you go along according to the progress, what needs to be done and what got done. You can add claps, whistles, and such at the end of the sentence.
I can’t promise it’ll work with everybody, but with a kid who really likes getting excited and encouraged about things, it might work. Worth the try. It doesn’t always work to get him to sleep on time, but at least the PJ’s are on very fast, and he’s happier at bedtime. I have to say that it gets me too in a lighter mood, and the end of the day is not as much of a drag and I don’t dread as much the bedtime routine.