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Bad Dreams and Dog Poop

Yes, you read correctly...dog poop. I've been waiting for it to happen, and today it finally did. Benjamin and I were exploring outside this morning (it finally stopped raining so we could do that again!) and I turned my back for a minute to throw a stick for Sadie. When I turned back around, I noticed that Benjamin was intently inspecting something on the ground. Not just inspecting, but probing. WITH HIS HANDS. I bent down to take a closer look and realized that my son was playing with dog poop. Dog poop. Disgusting.

I whisked him up and into the house, zombie style (arms straight out in front of him) and thoroughly scrubbed his hands with my favorite "Kitchen Lemon" anti-bacterial, hopefully anti-dog poop, until his hands (and arms) smelled like a citrus grove. As he sits next to me while I write this, eating a granoloa bar, I have to reassure myself that the anti-bacterial soap did it's job (as did the hot water and vigorous scrubbing for a full sixty seconds).  It did right? Right??

As for the bad dream part of this post, last night Benjamin had his first nightmare. At least I think so. Since he isn't talking yet, I can only assume that a bad dream caused him to wake up at 10:00 extremely agitated and upset. He was thrashing around in his crib, crying and didn't want me to hold him but didn't want me to put him down either.  Nothing could calm him down. Not an offer of a drink, a book, sitting with Mommy and Daddy, or even a bite of brownie (apparently I now use food to comfort my child-another thing to add to my list). Obviously, something was very wrong if he refused chocolate! I even stripped him down to his diaper to see if there was something that was hurting him, like a string wrapped around his toe, or a bug that was biting him under his pajamas. There wasn't.

The only thing that finally calmed him down was getting his quilt that he sleeps with every nights (the one his grandma made for him) and holding him. After he was sufficiently calm, I asked him if he was ready to go back to bed. He said "Uh-huh" and as we walked to his room, he spied the brownie I tried to bribe him with earlier to calm him down. He apparently was ready for that bite now. Of course, I gave it to him. :)

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  1. Yuck!!! We've been there. Luckily it's never gone in the mouth.

    As for the waking up upset, has he gotten his molars yet? Kimberly has been waking several times a night this last week and the first of her molars just broke through yesterday. Brownies are sure to make things better. :)

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  2. Katy, that's a good point about the teeth. I didn't think about it because he has never had a problem with teething before, but perhaps that is the explanation. Too bad he couldn't just tell me though, huh? :)

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  3. Soooo many things for a little boy to explore! Can't wait to hear what he finds next.... : )

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