This is what happens when our 2-year-old naps during the day:
She goes to bed at 9 p.m. as usual. Thankfully she is still sleeping in her crib, so she can’t escape.
But she can sing. She can pretend she’s reading to herself from the books she insists on taking to bed with her. And she can periodically holler in her tiny little sing-song: “Mommadad!”
Not because she needs anything. Sometimes we check on her when she hollers; sometimes we don’t. She always eventually falls asleep.
Tonight my husband was on the phone and so didn’t reply to her periodic Mommadads! I was putting the baby to sleep and so didn’t reply.
It was after 10 o’clock when I finally went into her room to ask her if she was having trouble getting to sleep. I could tell she was blinking those big blue eyes at me in the darkness. She sweetly said: “Is it mornin’ time?”
Why does she call us Mommadad? Actually, both our 4-year-old and our 2-year-old sometimes accidentally call me “Daddy” or my husband “Momma.” My best guess is they see us as one entity functioning in two bodies. Strange, but I’ll count it as a win for ol’ Mommadad.