January 23, 2013
Owen's gotten very sensitive about his dreams, particularly the bad ones. Several weeks ago, he woke up screaming and freaked out like I've never seen him freak out before. He was convinced that there were wild animals in the hallway outside his door. Despite hugging him, wiping away his tears and assuring him that there were no animals in the hallway, wild or otherwise, it took him quite a while to settle down.
Unfortunately, Owen also just figured out that the force fields we told him were installed around his window and door - the ones that were activated as soon as it got dark - were a stone cold lie. Instead, we tried a trick that we started with Mia. When she would have bad dreams, we'd tie a bandana around her head. It was, of course, loaded with good dreams.
Owen wouldn't settle for any girly bandana. Instead he went for my oldest, most prized, and grimiest old hat, a Texas Longhorns hat I've had since high school. Hey, whatever works.