James woke up crying around 10 one night this week. Sobbing. He never does this. Once he’s down for the night, he sleeps until morning (unless he is sick).
His dad and I came in, to find him sobbing “It’s okay, Wubbzy … it’s ooookay!” After rubbing his back and letting him hold on to us, we asked him if he was okay. He said there was a monster in the closet.
Our daughter had a good year of monsters and bad dreams waking us up throughout the night. This was the first time James had this experience.
My first thought was “Wow, that is such a cool sentence! Awesome” and the next: “My poor baby!” So I held and rocked him while his dad explained there are no monsters. Then we closed his closet door and he relaxed and went back to sleep.
Since the disaster of frenetic activity from mid-December-mid-January and recovering from the latest bad-ass cold, James has emerged as almost a different child. More talkative. More snuggly. More relaxed and confident. It’s wonderful to see.
P.S.: Let me add that both our kids have watched and loved Wubbzy for many years. Wubzy = Good Guy.