Have I taught Ella how to tell time yet? Not really. We talk about it, but she doesn't get the grasp so much. Its been okay with me though. That way I can put her to bed early if I want and she's none the wiser. Its a win win situation in my eyes. But lately, occurrences are beginning to happen where it appears that her learning to tell time might be a benefit to me instead of a hindrance.
For instance, she has been waking up way to early. I'm talking 530-6am, when Keith gets up for work. Usually, she will crawl into be with me, I will turn on some toons and Keith will get her some dry cereal or something and some juice before he leaves. I can probably manage to stay in bed with her until 730am on a good day at that point until she starts begging for me to get out of bed. Well, when she does it on the weekends too, it just becomes too much.
So this morning, she did her normal routine of rising and shining (while its still dark out) and came into my room. I told her that times were going to change and here were the rules. when she wakes up and it is still dark out, she can either play in her room quietly until it is light outside or she can come and lay in bed with Mommy....quietly....And when the first number on the clock turns to a 7 then we can turn the toons on (and I might get another hour of sleep in bed, heehee).
When she woke up this morning at 615am, 45 minutes was a LONG time for a 4 year old to wait until the first number turned to a seven. But she stared at that clock with fierce intent to make those numbers change. Once the 15 turned to a 16, she patted me on the back and said,
"Mama, that 5 turned into a 6! Did you see that? It was magical!"
It was a long 45 minutes until 7am. Did I get to fall back asleep until then? Nope. But at least we have a base down for our new morning rule.
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