We are heading into a new phase of childhood around our house. Hard to imagine my sweet little angel, just look at him! (modeling one of our new Krisalis shirts available for public sale soon!)
having anything so weighty as a nightmare bother him. But it seems it does. Last night he woke up crying inconsolably. hmmm. needs water? no. bathroom? no. what? He finally settled down into bed and then after awhile his arms shot straight out in front of him (in bed, still asleep) and he YELLS "STOP!" followed by a quieter, sadder and frightened "don't eat me!" His frightened cries finally woke him up.
Poor little monkey.
How goes the sleep in your house?