Last night, I was sitting in the small hallway where all three of our bedroom doors are located. After I put Emmy in her crib, I sit outside her door for a few minutes, and that seems to help Emmy fall asleep. Lily was already snoring away; she doesn’t nap in the afternoons anymore, and falls asleep quickly. After a few minutes of silence, Emmy says, “I don’t like a snore.”
At least, that’s what I thought I heard her say. After all, her sister sounded like a buzz saw next door! I repeated, “You don’t like the snoring?”
Emmy said again, “I don’t like a store!” A store? What was she talking about?
I racked my little brain. What had we been talking about before I put her to bed? Wait a minute…
“You don’t like a storm?”
“Yeah.”
Ah-ha! I reassured her; the storm we were going to have didn’t involve thunder and lightning. We have been turning the thermostat down at nights, and in order to get her to wear her warm sleepsack, I told her it was going to be very cold and that there was a snowstorm coming.
So I sat by her door for a few minutes longer, holding her hand through the crib railing, waiting for her to drift off.
This morning, Emmy woke up and called for me with her traditional morning yell of “I’M AWAKE!”
I carried her to the window and said, “Let’s look at the snow!” We have about an inch of new snow on the ground, with more being promised for later today.
Emmy replied, “Is dere thunder?”
“No,” I reassured her again, “Snowstorms don’t have thunder.”
If only I could reassure her this easily as she grows older!
