Hush Little Baby
Bedtime routine is a really important part of my daily life as parent. It had never really all that important to me before Hannah. I'm someone who normally goes bed at a reasonable hour (10-11:30) but I had never had any sort of routine. I try to get to bed early (9) one night a week and I love staying up late occasionally if I get absorbed in a good book/movie/game/website.
But kids are creatures of habit and I've become a big believer in the theory that they do best when you set expectations and then meet them. Hannah is really incredible in that she can stay up late if we are out with friends but we sometimes pay for it a day or two later when she is out of rhythm and just not herself. She thrives when she gets to bed by 8:30 and will usually sleep until 7 in the morning (she also needs a solid 1 1/2 - 2 hour nap in the early afternoon).
We have pretty much settled on our bedtime routine that we try to follow as often as possible. Somewhere in the 7:30-8 range we give Hannah a bath and put on pj's (usually Dora pj's these days) and then we read books. We try to set limits on the number of books (usually in the 2-4 range depending on the length). After the books are read, she gets into her bed and we turn out the lights. It's an overall framework for bedtime but with a lot of variation (sometimes no bath, sometimes she falls asleep in the car if we've been out, sometime we read a dozen books).
At this point is the one part of the routine that almost never varies: we sing "Hush Little Baby" to her (we have memorized the lyrics so it doesn't matter that the lights are off). I'm not sure how we started on that, but it's become a standard. And we don't use the typical lyrics, we use a great version in a book that we have that is less materialistic that the original:

Hush Little Baby by Sylvia Long
I wanted to record the lyrics here so we'll remember them years from now (and so you can sing to her if you are ever babysitting):
Hush little baby, don't say a word,
Mama's going to show you a humming bird.
If that hummingbird should fly,
Mama's going to show you the evening sky.
When the nighttime shadows fall,
Mama's going to hear the crickets call.
While their song drifts from afar,
Mama's going to search for a shooting star.
When that star has dropped from view,
Mama's going to read a book with you.
When that story has been read,
Mama's going to bring your warm bedspread.
If that quilt begins to wear,
Mama's going to find your teddy bear.
If that teddy bear won't hug,
Mama's going to catch you a lightning bug.
If that lightning bug won't glow,
Mama's going to play on her old banjo.
If that banjo's out of tune,
Mama's going to show you the harvest moon.
As that moon drifts through the sky,
Mama's going to sing you a lullaby.
I'm not sure how long we'll continue, but I have a feeling this routine will continue for years to come.

