Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Boo Hoo

"Ghost. Ghost open door. Open the window. Ghost open it."

This has been the topic of Keith's conversation for the past two days.

Cute, right?

I thought so too.

That is until last night.

It was bed time. The typical stalling tricks were tried.

"Mommy, drink. I need drink.
Oh, Bear.
Hug Daddy.
Cuddle. Cuddle on couch."

Finally I got him into bed. I was tired. Exhausted. Looking forward to cuddling with Jeffrey for a while and then going to bed. All the lights in the house were out. Just the soft orange glow of the Jack o' Lantern, a large loveseat, and Jeffrey's arms to cuddle into. The perfect ending to my day.

Petrified scream
Pounding on the door

Jeffrey and I looked at each other trying to figure out if it was another antic to get out of going to bed or if it was a real scream. We didn't know exactly what was going on in his little mind. Normally he is so good about bed time. We brush teeth, sing, say prayers, and then he climbs into bed with a kiss. Normally he stays there all night, and doesn't try to get out of going to sleep. What was going on?

After about 20 seconds of listening to the screaming, I decided it wasn't a normal "I am just throwing a tantrum and want to get out of bed" scream. I opened his door and was nearly knocked over by frantic blur.
"Daddy, Daddy!"

Confused we let him cuddle with us on the couch until he calmed down.

Cuddling with Jeffrey and a squirming, crying toddler wasn't my idea of relaxing. Sigh. I tell you, a Mother's day never ends.

We tried to pick him up and take him to bed a few times, but every time we tried to even pick him up (he is a smart kid. He knew what we were going to do with him) the frantic crying would start again.

We sang until we were hoarse. We cuddled until our eyes were drooping. Finally we got him to bed. That isn't to say asleep, just to bed. I stayed with him rubbing his back and singing softly until he fell asleep. Then I crawled out of the room. As soon as the door clicked shut behind me the crying started.

Three times.

Finally he stayed asleep and I was able to crawl my tired bones into my bed.

No sweet cuddling with Jeffrey for me.

Lots and lots of cuddling and singing and loving for Keith.

Just as important.

We decided that he is probably too young for Halloween this year. He must be afraid of ghosts.

The thing is, he kept asking for ghost songs. Ghost stories. Ghost ghost ghost.

So what is it that was scaring him so much?
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