Paul puts Dallin to bed in the office every night. He will read to him, then out goes to light and they both fall asleep. I then wake Paul up about a half an hour later. This is what is working and what has kept him out of our room so far. He wakes up crying almost every night, however, because Paul is not with him in the room. He will come to our door and get his Daddy almost every night, too. He has stayed out of our bed until last night. Dallin finally crawled into our bed in the middle of the night. He woke up this morning, looked around like he was a bit confused, saying, "Mommy and Daddy's bed!" I asked him how he got there. He said, "Daddy disappeared."
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Dallin loves chocolate milk. We have a problem on our hands with chocolate milk right now. He has started to call it coffee. We figured out that this recent obsession has come from his preschool teacher who loves coffee. That, and having an actual "coffee table" in our family room. In our religion, we follow a health code called the Word of Wisdom. Part of that is that we do not drink coffee. So, we have been trying to teach Dallin that we do not drink coffee ("coffee is bad for you, honey") all the while trying to teach him that people who drink coffee are not bad people. (We can just imagine him getting confused and telling someone they are bad.) Coffee is all that he talks about anytime he is drinking lately.
And I quote: "Dal LOVE coffee. Coffee sooo good. Coffee my favorite! Chocolate milk coffee!"
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We were sitting at dinner this evening when someone had a breakdown (it was me, okay). I started crying and Dallin sat in the chair right next to me with a sincere smile on his face (kind of that "ooohhh" look). Paul told him to give me a hug. He got off his chair and went to the kitchen counter and picked up a head of lettuce. He walked back to me and set it down in front of me gingerly. "Take a bite, Mommy," he said sympathetically as me pat my back a couple times.
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Dallin loves chocolate milk. We have a problem on our hands with chocolate milk right now. He has started to call it coffee. We figured out that this recent obsession has come from his preschool teacher who loves coffee. That, and having an actual "coffee table" in our family room. In our religion, we follow a health code called the Word of Wisdom. Part of that is that we do not drink coffee. So, we have been trying to teach Dallin that we do not drink coffee ("coffee is bad for you, honey") all the while trying to teach him that people who drink coffee are not bad people. (We can just imagine him getting confused and telling someone they are bad.) Coffee is all that he talks about anytime he is drinking lately.
And I quote: "Dal LOVE coffee. Coffee sooo good. Coffee my favorite! Chocolate milk coffee!"
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We were sitting at dinner this evening when someone had a breakdown (it was me, okay). I started crying and Dallin sat in the chair right next to me with a sincere smile on his face (kind of that "ooohhh" look). Paul told him to give me a hug. He got off his chair and went to the kitchen counter and picked up a head of lettuce. He walked back to me and set it down in front of me gingerly. "Take a bite, Mommy," he said sympathetically as me pat my back a couple times.
2 comments:
HA!!
awe, he is such a sweetie! no suggestions on the chocolate milk coffee thingy, sorry. Hey, he has a birthday coming up pretty soon doens't he? He is from March to October and November older than Carter and Clark isn't he?
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