The day finally came. The one I was dreading. Jason Jr. who is two-and-a-half climbed out of his crib. The crib that makes mommies’ lives so much easier. The crib that keeps a child confined and bored long enough to fall asleep. The crib that insures a child is safely contained so that moms can take naps and such. Gone. Those times are gone. I was forced to take his mattress out and put it on the floor as we haven’t another bed in the house. Clearly, I was hoping he would stay in his crib another year, or two, or three!
The poor boy was petrified to sleep on the floor by himself. He finally let me go if I would leave the light on. I tiptoed into his room before I went to sleep and turned the light off. At three in the morning he began all-out screaming. Not the fussy, whiny kind of screaming, but the screaming that lets any mom know her child is genuinely frightened. I went up to his room and tucked him back in his crib, but every time I started to leave, he would cry. Actually, he didn’t just cry; he was shaking. So I slept on the floor by his mattress.
The next day at nap time he wouldn’t let me turn the light off. He kept pointing to the window and saying, “Scary.” Then he’d say, “Scary tiger.” I tried to reassure him that there were no scary tigers in his room, but he did not believe me. There is a tree outside next to the window, so I showed him that the noise he heard was just the tree in the wind. It was a windy day and the tree really was making a lot of racket, so I gave in and let him out of his room.
Last night, however, it was incredibly windy and the noises coming from outside were enough to scare a grown man. Little Jason, bless his heart, was finally able to fall asleep again with the light on. My husband woke up in the middle of the night, disturbed by all the scratching and eerie sounds coming from the baby monitor, and went up to check on him, inadvertently waking him up. He said it sounded like someone was trying to break in the window. He lay down on the floor beside our toddler, but the noises coming from the windows conjured up images from all kinds of horror movies. He couldn’t take it.
So my husband got up, (Are you ready for this?) put his shoes on, grabbed his ladder and saw, and went to work on the offending branches …at 4:00 in the morning! It’s a wonder someone didn’t see him and call the police. It’s a wonder that I didn’t wake up and call the police myself! I’m still laughing at the thought of him out there sawing in the middle of the night. Yep, it’s just those mad people at the Irish house!
Ever since Daddy got rid of the scary branches our little boy has been no trouble at all. There has been no more screaming. Poor little kid, he was just scared to death!