Since transitioning into her Big Girl Room and bed, our nighttime routine has adjusted a little bit. We still read stories and rock, but now I also lay down with her for a few minutes and scratch her back.
She LOVES to prolong this process by talking about any and everything. Last night it went like this:
A: I had a good day with you, Mom (I still get the affectionate Mommy sometimes, but with all this bigness, I am now mostly "Mom."). I go to playground and eat mac and cheese. Yum Yum. I go to Bible class. God made Addison.
K: I had a good day with you too, Addy-belle.
A: Mom, where Jaydee and Bear?
K: They are on vacation.
A: Yeah, they are at the beach... Bear take his shirt off... Jaydee take her shirt off too... They go get in the ocean... That ocean NOT gonna get you... Then they go to sandbox. (They are actually at a conference for my dad in South Carolina.)
K: Oh, really.
A: Yeah, Mom. But they come back for my Birthday party. (She thinks everything is about her Birthday party these days...)
K: Well, we need to go to sleep. Mommy is so tired. (I close my eyes and feign sleep, trying to get her to be quiet.)
She's quiet for a few minutes; I open my eyes; she is in my face. She starts giggling, repeatedly saying, "Want some butterfly kisses?" while rubbing her nose all over my face back and forth.
This sends both of us into fits of giggles.
Finally, after calming down and closing in on sleep, I kiss her cheek and whisper, "I love you, little girl."
"I love you forever, Mommy. I like you for always," she whispers back.
Sweet girl. Gotta write these things down so I don't forget them.