Accompanying Caleb's newfound sense of identity is a small bundle of things he fears. Here is a picture of the four things that he's scared of:Yes, it's supposed to look like that. Here is a picture that is a little more revealing:
He is scared of: 1) the dryer (when it's running with clothes in it), 2) that little bobble-head turtle made out of a coconut, 3) the dark, 4) the absence of me.
I don't really care about the turtle or the dryer, but my goodness, Child! I have to leave his room light on when I put him to bed (and I turn it off once he's asleep--thankfully he has still never woken up in the night). I hope I can find a night light that does the trick. I don't want him to get too used to sleeping in a bright room.
And the absence of me? Well, it's just a phase (I hope and pray). I like that he loves me that much, but sometimes a mom has to walk to the door to let the dog out. You'd think a child would be ok with that, but no. No, my child is not ok with that.
What ever happened to "the faith of a child"? I guess I had better teach my child better. He's just too filled with fear.
Oh, and I think the morning nap phase is coming to an end. He hardly ever sleeps in the AM, but he's still cranky in the afternoon if he doesn't get his AM nap...hmmm...I guess this transition might be a little rough.
And did I mention that he's been able to crawl up the stairs for over a month now?