Friday, September 28, 2007

Bad dreams?

We had a weird night last night...Braeden was in bed at 8:00, a little bit later than usual because we went out to dinner (at Red Robin!) and then called Me Ma when we got home to wish her a happy birthday.

Around 9:30 I hear Braeden's little voice calling Mommy! I look up and he's standing at the gate at the top of the stairs. When I get up there, all he'll do is whine and tell me he wants to get up. He wants to do something else (other than sleep). He wouldn't let me pick him up or help him back to bed. Mat came up and neither of us could get him to calm down. Finally I took him in the other bedroom and we climbed onto the futon.

After a few minutes, we took him back to bed and thought he was down for the night. Again. But about 15 minutes later, I heard his door open again. I looked up and he was just standing at the gate staring down at me. I went upstairs again and this time ended up bringing him downstairs with me because he agreed to get into my bed.

But first he wanted a drink of water, not from my glass, but from his own cup. With ice. Then he wanted to watch Mat brush his teeth. Then finally he climbed into bed with me and got under the covers. He LOVES to be covered up. I think I fell asleep and Mat took Braeden back up to his own bed. And this time, he stayed there the rest of the night, even sleeping later than usual.

This morning Braeden told Mat he had a bad dream then heard a loud noise on the TV and that's what woke him up. Maybe he was dreaming about the big bird at Red we were getting ready to leave, there was a person in a robin costume walking around the restaurant. Braeden was terrified and refused to go near the big bird. The purple balloon he got on on the way out the door helped a little, but you could tell he was still stressed about the bird because he kept mentioning it the rest of the night.

Don't tell Mat, but I never mind having Braeden in the bed with us. He's so sweet and warm and it reminds me of when he was a baby and slept with us.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

The Dentist

I took Braeden to the dentist this morning...what a nightmare!

He seemed interested in going, was perfectly happy to climb up into the big chair all by himself, loved the taste of the grape toothpaste when the hygienist offered him a taste, and even liked it when she tickled his hand with the spinning toothbrush. The good times ended there, though!

Because that's the moment the hygienist raised the chair up and lowered the back. Braeden freaked! He was out of the chair and in my arms in a split second. I calmed him a little, then climbed in the chair myself. We tried to brush his teeth sitting up but he wouldn't open his mouth or hold still. After a minute or so, we gave up and resolved to try again after the dentist came in.

When the dentist came in, he reclined the chair again. This time Braeden was lying on top of me. It took two hygienists and me to hold him down long enough for the dentist to check each tooth for cavities. None, by the way!

When we sat up, my cheek was wet from Braeden's tears. He had basically been crying the whole time begging me to help him. After the dentist left, we tried one more time to clean his teeth, but finally I just told them to stop. He was having none of it, and I knew I couldn't take much more of the screaming either.

Braeden perked up when he realized it was over and he could choose between a Spongebob toothbrush and a Dora one. He picked Spongebob...could be because Spongebob was on the TV when he came in!

We'll try again at our next appointment in April.

Monday, September 10, 2007


Just a quick note to say that we've had no more success on the potty. Braeden had the flu last week (mostly a low fever, runny nose, and bad cough), but he had some higher fever spikes and was pretty uncomfortable and miserable most days. It wasn't a great time to try for more potty success.

He's also deep in the throes of the terrible two's, so he's not that much fun a lot of the time. He doesn't say no that much, he just ignores us and our requests/orders. He's truly uncooperative about picking up toys, washing his hands, sometimes even about eating. He still sticks by his "mommy do it" guns which makes everything harder for Mat.

We know he's just testing us and himself, but it's frustrating all the same. We just take it day by day and try never to take for granted the sweet moments we have with him.

A couple of his favorite things right now are stop signs and school buses. It's great that school started last week because we see a lot more buses now. We can't drive anywhere in the car without Bray asking each of us if we like stop signs. The right answer is yes. Not answering the question at all means he'll just keep asking until he finally gets an answer!