I found this little ditty hiding in the archives. Look at this very sweet story.
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Robb was traveling. Let's start there.
Between the Lions, a bedtime show for all the children in our house who are ready for bed and for their Momma, who was ready to send them.
I had one boy in love with adventure, who immediately began listing the rules that were now null and void since the lights were out. (Insert a certain free spirit.)
I declared: The First Ever Mother/Son Book Party. Flashlights all around.
We read lots of them. LOTS of them. And still no electricity.
Apparently, we were one of 250 in the blackout zone. So, no special treatment, single mom or not.
Tucker chewed his fists and fingernails, praying in earnest for God to deliver us all.
Tyler asked questions about Buzz Lightyear and Woody, and he explored every perameter of his bottom bunk by means of escape.
We found a formula that worked:
1. Flashlights turned on, placed high on the shelf, lighting up the ceiling (but not moving or creating shadows).
2. Battery powered iPod, set to lullaby tunes.
3. Clicking of the keyboard.
4. Humming from the mommy.
An hour later: Sleeping Boys.
We made the most.