So we had some pretty bad thunderstorms passing thorough the area tonight. Vincent is absolutely terrified of thunder and lightning. Every single time it storms, he freaks out, screaming and yelling and carrying on, an 99% of the time, we end up with and extra body in our bed. This is a major no-no in our household, but it's the only way we get a minute of rest on stormy nights. Despite the fact that he is truly scared to death and we feel bad for him.
Tonight we tried a new approach. We mixed up a very magical batch of "thunder repellent". A little good ol' Febreze, and one drop of Bath and Body Works Hand Sanitizer, a little a-la-ka-zam, a-la-ka-zoo and some other magical sayings and gestures, and we had our own bottle of bona fide thunder (and lightning) repellent. We sprayed Vincent down, we sprayed Bob (our beloved fleece blanket - which actually needed a good spraydown), we sprayed mommy, and we sprayed Daddy. Vincent went to bed feeling empowered, and I came down stairs feeling skeptical. Skeptical that our brave 4.5 year old boy would actually stay in bed for a whole night full of storms, lightning, and thunder.
Well, around 10:30 pm, we heard the telltale screaming coming from upstairs. Brian went up to check on Vincent, consoled him for about 5 minutes, then it was my turn. A little discussion, and he wants an additional "booster" of thunder repellent. I've created a monster. So, I doused his room him, his bob, and everything else with febreze. Trust me, we have a very "mountain fresh" smelling son.
I thought it was cute, and definitely worthy of a blog spot. His parting comment to me was "I like that stuff... thunder repellent." Sleep well sweet boy.
3 comments:
MG is the same way about noises these days. I wonder if a white noise machine might help?
I told her that thunder makes the flowers grow, and so every time she hears it she chants, "Make the flowers grow! Make the flowers grow!" in this small, terrified little voice. Poor kids.
Love,
Amy
I love that little guy. Please tell him Aunt Sissy, Uncle Moe and his cousins love him and miss him and are proud of brave and strong he is, no matter where he sleeps.
We've done something like that before-when M&L were terrified that little mice were going to attack them in their sleep, we had to spray Dad's "mouse-away" cologne-did I spell that right?- in their doorway. Well, the next day they wanted more protection, so they took the bottle and sprayed it ALL OVER their room. It took a while to get rid of that smell. lol
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