Posted on | February 1, 2013 | 4 Comments
Arlo has been waking up with nightmares. He wakes screaming for me as tears stream down his face. It doesn’t happen every nap or bedtime. Maybe once or twice a week. But I can hold him for an hour afterwards sometimes without being able to fully console him. Yesterday, it happened again. He held him close and rocked him while shushing in his ear. I tried to pull him away to look in his eyes, and he cried harder, so I just whispered, “Beebs, do you want a cookie?”
“Are you sure? I have cookies.”
Turns out, cookies really do solve all.