You can tell by the cry if it’s just a ‘Mama, come give me some sugar’ moment, or a true night terror.
Whenever it was blatantly the latter I’d wonder what it is a toddler has nightmares about?
Not so much mystery with the Kikster. She’s a talker, my girl. I guess some apples fall pur-ty close to the ol’ gnarly motor mouth mama tree.
She has quite a few bad dreams, say, a couple of times a week and they range from calling out things like “go away!” or “stop it!”, and then rolling over, no intervention required, to full blown terror and needing loads of calming, stroking, and cooing.
She dreams of sibling violence which she describes through sobbing tears.
“D Man.(sob) Bit.(sob) My.(sob) Finger.(sob) Go away, D Man!”(sob, sob sob. Coo, coo, coo.)
“D Man. Pushed. My. Back. Kiki fall over.”
Big sobs. Huge.
You know those dreams where you dream your partner has slighted you in some way and you wake up cranky with them?
Sometimes I’m glad she’s trapped behind bars so she can’t commando roll across the hall in her pink flannelette camoflage pj’s, slip soundlessly into his room and commit acts of revenge unbeknownst to me as I hunker down on the couch with a glass of wine as big as my head and a bowl of ice-cream as big as my arse.
You may think it sounds far fetched (the commando roll, not the size of the wine) but she’s a feisty one and a sleeping sibling is easy pickings.
It’s not all domestic aggression that takes up space in her nocturnal dreamscapes, however. She also gets prehistoric hysteria, or prehysteria.
We spend a lot of time talking, exploring, examining and discussing dinosaurs during waking hours in this house so it’s not a great leap to discover they penetrate her impressionable subconscious.
“Dinosaur. Ate. My. Teddy.”
“Dinosaur. Chasing. Monsters.”
Trying to explain the relationship between extinct dinosaurs and non-existant monsters to a sobbing two year old at 3A.M. is not really worth the effort so we’ve done a spot of bed hopping of late.
I used to be all “Oh no, never let the stinkers into your bed or you’ll never get rid of them” but you know, schnuggling up with a child that’s clinging to you for comfort, drifting off with their feather soft hair tickling your nostrils, waking up with sharp little toenails digging into your cheek, it’s is all part of the gig.
And I kinda like a stolen cuddle.
It’s comforting to wake with a sleepy warm kid because it’s winter and I never think of utilising my hot water bottle. They’ve gotta be good for something, right?
Another way to keep mega warm sans hot water bottles or sproglets is spicy soup.
Not in bed.
That’s weird, unless you’re that way inclined, in which case I recommend a water proof mattress protector because this vibrant soup will stain the crap out of your mattress.
What you will need :
- 1 butternut pumpkin, peeled, deseeded and chopped
- 1 litre chicken or vegetable stock
- 1 large onion, chopped
- 3 cm ginger, peeled and chopped
- 1 carrot, chopped
- 2 stalks celery, chopped
- 2 tablespoons curry powder.
- Fresh coriander, for serving
- natural yoghurt, for serving
What you will need to do :
Whack it in a pot minus the coriander and yoghurt.
Simmer till it’s mushy.
Wazz it in the food processor.
Serve it. Sprinkle it with coriander and drizzle it with yoghurt.
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