Thursday, November 19, 2009

(Not) Thankful

Two words:  Night.  Terrors.
That's the only thing I can chalk these middle-of-the-night frantic screaming episodes up to be.  This sweet little boy turns into something I don't recognize.  I don't like it.  Not.  At.  All.
But here's a good thing to cancel out the bad.  I was feeding W some applesauce this morning.  When he finished, I clapped my hands and told him good job.  He got a big grin on his face and clapped right back.  It was only 9:00 a.m. and my day had been made.
Now it's almost 10:00 and I put him down for a morning nap.  Hasn't quite gone to sleep yet; I can hear him singing/talking to himself upstairs.
But it's a time to be thankful.  So hey, I'll take it.


Beckie Steele said...

W is SO darn scrumptious! He makes my day everytime I see him. Oh...and is mom is great too!

Rita said...

Whenever Dennis goes through a stage of screaming at night.. I find out that he has an ear infection, or is getting sick, or is cutting a tooth. poor kids can't tell us what's wrong!!!