In case any of are wonder,
YES I am still fighting the bedtime ritual we once/still have.
I am trying to be strong and work on it but some nights when I get home from working all day long, I do not have the strength to fight it.
Like last night for instance. I layed my babe to sleep, told him how much I loved him, hugged and kissed him and told him to sleep well. As soon as I left the room he started crying, "I want my mommy, I want mommy" so on and so forth. After 10 minutes (in which seemed more like 45 minutes) I asked T if he could see Landen standing in his doorway, he replied no. A few minutes later, I asked if he was out of bed b/c it sounded like he had gotten out of bed and came closer (mind you T was lying on the couch where we can see into Lands' room), he looked a little bit and sort of laughed and said, "Yeah, he's not in his bed. He is standing where I can't see him but he keeps poking his head around the corner" more laughing occurs after that.
I get up and go into Landen's room, and there he is off to the right, standing in the dark, holding his forever beloved "mi-mi" and crying so hard snot is pouring out of his nose. Do I feel bad at this point? Hell yes I feel bad.....
I give him a great big hug, tell him I love him and ask him kindly to get back into bed, and he does. I sat on the side of his bed, not saying a word, there was no back rubbing, no talking, no leg rubbing, etc. And out he was..... my sweet baby boy.
Did I fail the bedtime routine? Maybe. Do I care?
Hell no.