Baseball obsession

As we were putting manny to bed tonight…..

It’s always a little rough putting him to bed; he fights it.

“Mom, one more story?” as he holds up 2 fingers.

“Mom, more water peas?”

“I have to poop” (which he actually pooped one time after he said this, so I automatically want to believe him so he doesn’t think he can’t go… #momguilt)

So many things he says, which just seems like getting out of going to bed.

However, tonight was different.

We went through a few battles. I went in more than I should, and he came back to the open door and asked to go potty. I told V to go… “act tired”, I said.

After V put him back to bed, V asked “can I put on the Dodgers game?” “Yeah if it’s quiet.”

Not even 2 minutes went by and our son was by the door and the only thing he said was “you’re watching baseball?” We tired to ignore him, but he kept saying it over and over.

I said with puppy dog eyes……”we haven’t watched baseball in so long… maybe he can come lay with us”

“Fine.”

So its 10:30 p.m. and we’re all in bed together

I’m happy.

Update: 10:42