Every once in awhile, Connor wakes up crying during the night. Usually, it is either because he lost his sossy, a.k.a his blanket, or he is out of water. Very rarely, he wakes up crying but isn’t really awake. Derek and I figure he is having nightmares or terrors of some kind. We just wake him up, tuck him back in, and he is off to dreamland. He never remembers when this happens.
The other night, he woke up crying. I trudged to his room to see what was going on. By the sound of his cry, I really thought he had fallen out of his bed or was stuck down the crack beside the wall. I go in and see him just writhing back and forth in his bed, eyes clenched closed, saying something that I can’t even begin to understand. “I waaaa chaaa keeee. I waaaaa chaaaa caaaa keeee…” After a minute or so, I figured out what he was saying. “I want a chocolate cookie.” Over and over again, he was crying for a cookie! I was cracking up. It’s not like we even eat cookies that often. I can’t remember the last time he had a chocolate cookie. But here we are at 3:30 a.m., and Connor is hysterical for a cookie. I calmly told him “Connor, it’s the middle of the night, and we don’t eat cookies in the middle of the night.” He accepted that answer and began crying for something else. “I wannnt a paci. I want a paci.” You’ve got to be kidding me. It’s been more than a year since he had a paci! “Connor, you’re too big for a paci.” Keep in mind that this entire time, he is not even awake. I gently shook his shoulder until his eyes fluttered open. Sure enough, as soon as he opens his eyes, the crying stops and he whispers “will you hold my hand?” Just like that our little night terror adventure is over. I suppose if the kid is going to have a nightmare, it’s nice to have one about cookies.
In other news….
We have signs of life in the garden!
I am so excited. I went out to water today, and the spinach, beans, and cucumbers have sprouted! I don’t know who is more excited-Connor or myself. I can’t wait to eat some fresh veggies! I love having a backyard.