Bedtime at the Cohen House

Our nighttime routine is pretty much the same every night. Not Alex's routine, but mine and Kevin's. It goes something like this:

Whoever goes to bed first peeks his/her head into Alex's room. We see something like the following:




And just in case you don't understand what I mean, here are a few more:


So, as you can imagine, we have to call the other one over. "Isn't he the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" we coo. And we both agree that he is.

After several minutes of some variation of that conversation over and over again (conducted in stage whispers, of course, so that maybe, just maybe, he'll wake up and we'll get to hold him again), I say, "Did you ever believe we would have such a perfect baby?"

And Kevin, who has never been lacking in the self-esteem department, guffaws and says, "Yep."

No matter how bad our days were, our bedtime routine puts everything in perspective.