Last night I was heading to bed when I heard the Captain calling out from his room. I went in and he was saying, “Mom, mom!” over and over – it was clear he was not actually awake but having a nightmare.
I said, “Are you okay, honey?”
He said, “I am, I just can’t find you!”
I went to the bed and took his hand. I said, “I’m right here. Go back to sleep and I’ll sit right here beside you for as long as it takes.”
He sighed and smiled, rolled over and went back to sleep.
I still got it.
This morning he woke up with a fever above 40 degrees – day four of this bug he is fighting. This means day four of us snuggled up in bed watching a Clone Wars marathon. Good times.
The other day Little Miss Sunshine (who is four AND A HALF now, thank you very much) came downstairs to the kitchen in a new outfit. I asked her when she had gotten so tall. She told me it was because she had eaten the “good growing food” (which is what we call non-treat food around here). I beamed – she was listening! Lessons were being learned!
Then she said, “You should know, you MADE ME eat it.”
Yeah, I still got it.