Peyton has herself wrapped around it.
65% of the time, she isn’t very friendly to him. When he greets her, it is usually met with a scowl, then turns her face into her shoulder. It doesn’t boost his confidence in the fathering area. So when she shows him affection, he eats it up, and she knows when she can continue to spoon feed him, and keep him doing whatever she wants.
The other night for example..
It was bedtime. We have had some pretty fantastic bedtimes lately. I have discovered that the key is consistency. (Another DUH! moment.) Well, that and being firm. It took a couple of nights of taking little sweet P back to her bed and telling her it was bedtime. No snuggling, no prolonged visiting or singing, just cutting to the chase.
It took those two nights of that routine until she would stay there and fall asleep.
All children in be by 8:30.
That easy. After family prayer, kisses, tuck-ins, bedtime tunes turned on oh, so quietly. And she stayed there!!
Then there was the other night.
Perhaps it was the long nap that got her going, perhaps she had figured out what to do to stay up just a little bit longer, either way, she wrapped her daddy around her finger just a bit tighter.
She came into our room, was immediately met by me, the bedtime police, with a, “Go back to bed Peyton.”.
She responded by looking right at Merrill and said, “Tell you som-thin’ daddy?” (Sideways glance at me.)
He began melting, a little too obviously. “Suuure Pey!”
That was her invitation to climb up on the bed and snuggle in.
(Going for the kill.)
“I a-wuv you daddy…”
“Awwweee!!! I love you too Pey!”
(Another glance that was more like a silent satisfied laugh from the wee one.)
She pulled his arm around her just a little bit tighter.
It went on like a TV show re-run, and I reminded him that we need to stay consistent with bedtime, especially with her.
“But I don’t get this that often! I should take it while I can get it.”
She was winning.
All I could do was shake my head at the two of them.
She totally played him.