I wanted the blog addy to be abbyandjack.blogspot.com but it was taken... go there to see by whom ;).
So, just to clarify, even though I call it Abby and Jack the URL is abigailandjack.blogspot.com
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Abby's Ballet Open house
Abby's solo (with Pearl following)
Miss Caroline's Class in... The Nutcracker (Abby second from right)
Abby's Monsters
Abby had, as far as I can tell, the worst nightmare she's ever had last night. She called out to me sharply in the middle of the night. This is something that isn't too rare - it happens if she's scared, confused, itchy, sick... not tired... Usually it just takes a quick kiss and hand through her hair to get her back to sleep or at least accepting that I can't stay and she needs to go back to sleep.
But last night she was wide-eyed when I went in there and wide-eyed five minutes later when I tried to leave. I was planning on putting my foot down - that's how we got rid of night-wakings in the first place. But I could just tell something was different. I can't remember what deal I offered, but when I said she could come into our bed she clarified in that heart-wrenching way she does, "You mean I can come in your bed right now?" and then stood like her bed was on fire when I said yes.
So she climbed into our bed, we told Daddy what had happened and he put his arm around her and she didn't make a peep. I held her hand (since she was pretty securely snuggled against Daddy) expecting her to fall asleep within a few seconds. I actually fell asleep first for I'm not sure how long and when I tried to let go of her hand I realized she was still wide-eyed awake and just plain scared.
I sort of pinched her hand into the fold of my arm so I wouldn't let go as I slept and the next time I tried to turn (quite a bit later) her hand fell to the bed with a satisfyingly unconscious thump.
Tonight she was exhausted (you know, the poor girl. Not only had I completely forgotten my lesson learned about Lunch Bunch Tuesday - i.e. that the extra time at school means she needs extra freak out time. But today when she was being difficult, I'd forgotten all about the nightmare and lack of sleep) AND we had another big running around sort of day. She was scared to go to sleep however so I sat with her just like old times.
We prayed and she asked anxiously, "Did God hear you?"
Assured that even if she had a bad dream, God would be right there next to her, she went to bed within two minutes. Now we wait... and Mommy searches the internet for 4 year old nightmare advice. She wouldn't talk about it, she didn't want to tell me. All I know is that there were monsters and they were killing people but she wasn't in the dream (i.e. being hurt) and neither were the rest of the family.
I can still remember telling my parents about the black panther dream one night. Once I verbalized it, I never had it again... or rather - I do think the panther showed up again rather soon after that but in a more neutral almost comical way.
But last night she was wide-eyed when I went in there and wide-eyed five minutes later when I tried to leave. I was planning on putting my foot down - that's how we got rid of night-wakings in the first place. But I could just tell something was different. I can't remember what deal I offered, but when I said she could come into our bed she clarified in that heart-wrenching way she does, "You mean I can come in your bed right now?" and then stood like her bed was on fire when I said yes.
So she climbed into our bed, we told Daddy what had happened and he put his arm around her and she didn't make a peep. I held her hand (since she was pretty securely snuggled against Daddy) expecting her to fall asleep within a few seconds. I actually fell asleep first for I'm not sure how long and when I tried to let go of her hand I realized she was still wide-eyed awake and just plain scared.
I sort of pinched her hand into the fold of my arm so I wouldn't let go as I slept and the next time I tried to turn (quite a bit later) her hand fell to the bed with a satisfyingly unconscious thump.
Tonight she was exhausted (you know, the poor girl. Not only had I completely forgotten my lesson learned about Lunch Bunch Tuesday - i.e. that the extra time at school means she needs extra freak out time. But today when she was being difficult, I'd forgotten all about the nightmare and lack of sleep) AND we had another big running around sort of day. She was scared to go to sleep however so I sat with her just like old times.
We prayed and she asked anxiously, "Did God hear you?"
Assured that even if she had a bad dream, God would be right there next to her, she went to bed within two minutes. Now we wait... and Mommy searches the internet for 4 year old nightmare advice. She wouldn't talk about it, she didn't want to tell me. All I know is that there were monsters and they were killing people but she wasn't in the dream (i.e. being hurt) and neither were the rest of the family.
I can still remember telling my parents about the black panther dream one night. Once I verbalized it, I never had it again... or rather - I do think the panther showed up again rather soon after that but in a more neutral almost comical way.
A New Blog
There are times when I feel like I want to indulge in every little picture or thought I have about Abby or Jack and feel like I want a place where these sorts of things are uncluttered by the rest of things that I weB Log about.
So this will be more of a brag blog than Burnt. Not totally sure all the blogs will shake out where and how they "should" but I thought I'd start because... I wanted to.
So this will be more of a brag blog than Burnt. Not totally sure all the blogs will shake out where and how they "should" but I thought I'd start because... I wanted to.
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