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