The boys usually go to bed a couple of hours before Peter and I do. So, Peter and I were downstairs talking when we heard Gideon wake up. He was moaning. "I bet he has to go to the bathroom," I said. Gideon has a long history of not waking up thoroughly when he needs to use the bathroom at night. He'll stay in bed whining and dancing for a few minutes before he realizes what he needs to do. As predicted, we finally heard Gideon get up and stumble to the bathroom. Instead of being quiet after relieving himself, however, he continued to moan and stumble around the upstairs. So, I went to check on him. "Gideon, are you alright?" Completely blank stare. Then, without responding, he turned abruptly and headed back to his bed. Since he was still making the most pitiful noises, I thought that he must have been feeling ill. I followed him to his bed and continued asking him if he was okay. At last he responded. In a mournful voice he said, "I can't get these bracelets threaded."
Last night:
I woke up in the middle of the night to the all-too-familiar sounds of Silas screaming, "Mom! Mom!" When I went into his room to see what was the matter, he was quite shaken by a dream he had just had. I tried to soothe him and convince him that there was nothing to be afraid of, but to no avail. Finally I asked him what his nightmare was about. "I slapped an old lady and she bit me! She bit my finger off!"
If it weren't for those dang old ladies and bracelets my children would sleep soundly at night!
