At first it was lights out and a three songs. Then “Night Moon” had to be read. Helping fill the humidifiers became a must. Slowly more stuffed animals had to be in the bed for all to be right. Protestations of, “Too tight, too tight,” have to be uttered as the night diaper is going on. It is not too tight, scarily so. The light switch only operated by two year old hands, and now it has to be done a second time along with a final good night to the play phone. By the end of this routine, I think I am more tired than the kids. Soon, we will scale it back down and find some normalcy, but right now my son is in the midst of some kind of development that needs this structure around him.