Friday Favorite: Bad Dreams

Okay, the title may be a bit misleading.  I don't like bad dreams.  I don't wish them on my children.


Last night JD woke up screaming from what I could only guess was a bad dream.  (He's not really talking enough to explain that, but he said "yes" when I asked if something scared him.  Do 20-month-olds understand the idea of being scared?)  I rocked, sang, shushed, and swayed for a half hour, but he was not getting back in that crib.  As my own precious sleep was slipping away, I took him out and snuggled on the couch.  Every time I would lift my head away from his, he would pull it back.  We fell asleep.  This is how Hubby found us when he got home:

Yes, that is his little arm around my neck.  And yes, my heart was melting.