It's storm season in Kansas. While we've been extremely fortunate to avoid all of the catastrophic storms that have wreaked havoc on our neighboring states (knock on wood), we have had our fair share of thunderstorms. Again, nothing dangerous or destructive. Just some ominous skies, heavy rain and loud, booming thunder. The problem?
Jackson has developed a fear of thunder. In fact, he's terrified of it.
Any time the weather channel is on (which is quite often considering our head of household runs a landscaping company) he pummels us with questions about storms coming, whether it will rain or if it will just be sprinkles and if he should expect thunder anytime soon.
If there's a faint roll of thunder in the distance, he will freeze in his tracks and whisper, "what's that noise?" If it's a full on shake the house clap of thunder, he will turn white as a sheet and run with open arms to the nearest parental unit, bottom lip quivering. Or, seemingly most often, he'll stumble into our bedroom in the dark, wee hours of the morning with tears in his eyes and declare, "I scared of thunder, I want Daddy!" Which is most often followed by, "I sleep in YOUR bed".
And so he does.
I keep telling myself that one day (probably sooner than I'd like), I'll long for the days when he would climb into bed seeking comfort and safety all cuddled up between Drew & I. If only he weren't such a wiggly, squirmy, kicky, sweaty sleeper.
Hopefully it's either a short lived phase he's in or a short lived storm season.
Either way...we'll roll with it.
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