I decided about a week or so ago that Jimmy needed to embrace his Chickasaw heritage and become the Brave he was born to be. You know the whole 1/16th that he is. So I painted his face, dressed him in a loin cloth (diaper), tied a feather in his hair, handed him the ceremonial peace pipe (bottle) and sang to him the stories of The Ones That Came Before (Jesus Loves Me).
Okay, that’s probably an exaggeration except for the diaper, bottle and song. But I did teach him that beloved war cry/song/chant that is known the world over. You know the one where you sing “ahhhh” while tapping your hand over your mouth. My little Brave joyfully took up the chant!!
I still have to assist him with the hand tapping the mouth part but I don’t mind being the old squaw that does that.
My baby had his first really bad nightmare the other night. It was so sad. He fell asleep in the car seat and never woke up when I moved him into his crib. We got in bed and hadn’t been there for long when he started crying so hard! That real cry that says I’m hurt or scared or something is wrong. I went to check on him and he was crying so hard with his eyes closed. I picked him up and rocked him and he was still sobbing. I carried him back to our bed and snuggled him close to me and still he cried with tears pooling in the corners of his eyes and then running down his face. I didn’t know what was wrong but I knew he was still asleep. When Daddy realized he was sleeping he shook him awake and the crying pretty much stopped. He would cry again each time he closed his little eyes but then Daddy snuggled him close to him and after a few more whimpers he was snoozing peacefully again.
It broke my heart to see my little one so upset, I wish I knew what scared him!