Monster Spray

We have entered the “monster” and bad dream phase.  Andrew talks about monsters and his “list” every night before bed.  He started out trying to see where he could go with it… planning his bad dreams in advance by verifying he could come sleep in our bed if he was scared.  I was on to him and knew that as soon as the green light was given we were doomed. The crocodile tears cracked his daddy.  “Of course you can sleep in our bed if you wake up with bad dreams or wake up scared.”  And that, my friends, was the end of Andrew sleeping through the night.

Anywhere from midnight until three o’clock in the morning we will wake up to Andrew at the top of the stairs (we have a gate at the top with the master on the main) softly saying “Mommmmmyyyy… I’m scared.  Mommy?  MOOOOOMMMMMMYYYYY!!!!”  I then kick Keith, tell him to go get his son and roll over and go back to sleep.  With a child suction cupped to me.

In addition to a visit into our bed every night, Andrew sneaks into Alex’s room and hides under the covers 5 minutes after we put him to bed.  We found him one night when Alex dumped a pile of laundry on his bed and it moved.  Then a foot came out from under the covers.  No, not just under the covers but Andrew had put himself under a full length body pillow, a sheet and a comforter.  He was sweating up a storm (and fast asleep).  Apparently, he’ll go to many lengths in order to sleep anywhere but his own bed.

In order to combat the monsters and bad dreams, I came up with a brilliant idea.  Bad dream and monster spray!  Take an empty water bottle, make a secret mix (of nothing but water) and then before bed, spray it everywhere.  My brilliant idea worked for a night and then next night it was “MOMMMMMMMYYY” again.  Oh, how I love being called mommy, even at 3 am.

A little investigative reporting has led us to the monster, the cause of the bad dreams and the reason for waking up.  Callie the cat.  The torturous cat.  The cat who terrorizes Andrew (and who Andrew hissed at tonight).  Keith said that when he went to get Andrew last night, Callie was laying in his door way with this devilish grin.  It’s like a three ring circus around here!

How could anyone mess with a face like this?

           

Photos courtesy of a bag of topsoil and a sunny Sunday afternoon spent playing in a filthy wheelbarrow.  I always knew boys liked to get dirty, but this boy was DIRTY.  And you know what?  I loved it… little boys rock!

Happy Cinco de Mayo!
Becky