Good Night, World!

Last night, at about 7:20, I saw some signs that Vi was ready to wind it on down for the night. I asked her, as she boogied away from me, if she was ready for "lotion and jams," the official start to our nightime "routine," if it can be called that.

Sidenote: We've been using Dionis goats' milk lotion as a primer, then Gentle Naturals Ezcema Cream for a first coat, and finishing it off with a combination of Lanisoh Lanolin and plain-old Vaseline on any rough, raised or inflamed areas. We slather the lotion and ointment and goo onto her baby skin, then apply her pajamas like a bandage to seal in the moisture. Her eczema is GONE.

Vi literally spun on her heels toward her bedroom and said "Uh-huh!" (Sadly, her sweet "yessshhhh has turned into a "yuh-huh.")

Before I could catch up with her, she had walked into her bedroom and climbed onto the bench in front of the front window. She was saying, "Bye-bye! Night-night Aaaadeeeee! Night-night Dyleeeeeee! Night-night world!" This is what we usually do just before "lotion and jams." I say, as I prepare to close the blinds, "Good night, world! Good night Adam & Dylan & Solasi (our neighbors across the street)," then I close the blinds. We move onto the next window and repeat the ritual, saying night-night to the neighbors on the other side of the house. I thought it was so sweet that she initiated this on her own, and yet another indicator that she is entering the parrot stage. It seems like she hears and sees everything around her and has to try it out at least once. ..usually more like 17 times. She's even started climbing up onto the kitchen table just to shake her finger and say "No, no, no. Sit, sit, sit." Apparently she's been scolded more than once for monkey-climbing.