I am sorry I doubted you, Good Nite Light!

"Mommy, Daddy, the moon turned yellow"

I am not usually one to shamelessly plug products, but as the parent of a 2 year old the good nite light is worth its weight in gold!  The parent sets the clock on the back of the light and at the designated bedtime it becomes a blue moon then changes into a happy radiant sun the predermined wake up time.  This genius light somehow manages to remind my sweet, but increasingly headstrong Emma to stay in her bed until 7am every morning.  As she gets older she is finding very creative reasons to get out of bed.  some of my favorites include:



I need to go potty
I need to go potty again
I need more milk/I need water
I want to kiss baby brother goodnight
I want to give baby brother a hug and kiss and a raspberry

Somehow, seeing her blue moon is a gentle reminder that it is bedtime, and baby brother doesn't need anymore raspberries (5 seems to be his limit).  Even more impressive is this night light's ability to tell her to go back to sleep.  It is almost as if this night light is channeling Samuel L. Jackson in his eloquent reading of Go the F@k to Sleep (best children's book ever!), but with a more successful ending.  Emma used to get out of bed several times a night, but thanks to our new friend, she stays put ALL NIGHT LONG!  This little gem also saved us when it was time to set the clocks back for daylight savings time.  Have I mentioned that I love this night light?!

So aside from saving us countless hours of sleep.  Why am I really going on and on and on about this night light?  Because when I first bought one for Emma I doubted it, and I confess, I tried to smash it to bits and throw it away!!  Emma was around 18 months old the first time we tried it and she was a little too young to understand the concept.  We had just moved for 3rd time in 6 months and she wasn't sleeping well (understandably).  So when the night light didn't work, in my hazy state of sleep deprivation, I got very upset (pretty sure some VERY naughty words were used), and tried to throw it away.  Ben, the embodiment of reason in our house, put the night light away so I wouldn't make good on my repeated threats to smash it into tiny bits.  About 6 months later when we moved Emma into her new big girl bed, she wanted a night light.  Oh no, if only I hadn't thrown that moon/sun night light away...but wait...Ben to the rescue!  He resurrected the spurned moon from the wasteland of our bedroom closet and Emma has been sleeping like a champion ever since.



Ben and Grayson catching some ZZZ's



So, to my best friend the Good Nite Light, I am truly sorry I doubted you, swore at you, and tried to pulvarize you into tiny pieces.  Thank you for all the extra sleep! 

Now, can we talk about Grayson?