“I hear the children making noise” my husband with better hearing than me said.
I held perfectly still straining to hear what he was hearing.
Then immediately, “Hello 8, what are you doing?” I still hadn’t heard anything. I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. Twisting about to look for the small child I finally saw him standing perfectly still in the door.
“8? What are you doing? Come here” I called. He walked slowly to me and stood by the bed trembling, I thought, in the dark. Reaching for him I pulled him close. “Are you ok 8? Did you have a bad dream?” He still stood, unmoving.
I hugged him, holding him there, because that’s what moms do.
“Lets go back to bed 8” Said his father, beause that’s what dads do.
8 turned away and silently followed his father back to his bed where he got tucked in and sent back to sleep.
This morning we asked if he had had any dreams. No, of course not. Did he remember anything at all from last night? No, nothing. Why?
And that is when we decided he’s moving back to the bottom bunk. Sleep walking is one thing. Sleep climbing down the ladder from way up high is something else entirely.
We were out for a ride. Well, the kids were. I was out for a walk.
8 was being lead on Lady. He likes to zip and enjoys her speedy walk. The Goblin Child was on Rusty. He’s big and goes so slow with her. She’s far more comfortable without zipping.
The Goblin Child always wants me to keep them on a lead line. She doesn’t want to hold the reins. I keep making her. Rusty stays right with us anyway. We work so much at liberty it’s unlikely he is going to do anything but walk with me anyway.
I lead Lady through a space between the stacks of hay. It makes rides more interesting, we can pretend to be following narrow tree lined paths. Rusty was plodding slowly behind. We, Lady,8, and I, turned between a different stack. Rusty was out of sight. Being the loving mother that I am, we quickly hid behind the stack. What is the point of having children if you can’t torture them a little?
We waited and waited but they never came.
I was getting worried. A small amount of torture is one thing. What if something had happened to them though!
We went in search. There she was behind a different stack of hay! She had the exact same idea and had hid to scare us!
I was so proud. Not only had she been willing to do the steering herself she had steered a completely different direction form us.
We did tapping in the Academy a couple of months ago. I found a great video about tapping to help with their eyes. If they were dripping because of allergies or clogged ducts or whatever reason. I was going to send you the link but it’s gone!
So here is my version.
You tap, gently, around the front of the eye. When they are dripping because of problems it will make a noise when they blink. It’s very noticeable. You keep tapping until the clicking goes away. There were probably other ways to tell when it’s time to stop too but I can’t remember them! I had planned on watching the video again. Stupid people taking it down.