Tuesday, June 9, 2015
My 3-year-old's dreams.
I wish I could hop into that little brain of hers, and see exactly what hat she's seeing in her dreams. She goes to bed these days at 6 p.m. (she has to be up "early" for school) and wakes up around 6:30 or 7 a.m., so she has a lot of time to let her imagination run wild. Over the last couple weeks, I've jotted down exactly what Linna tells that me she dreamed about in the morning...
Night #1: "I dreamed about flamingos biting me."
Night #2: "I dreamed about Nana and Bompa, and I ran up to them and hugged them."
Night #3: "I had a dream about you, Mama."
Night #4: "When I woke up, I had a tear in my eye." (3-year-old)
"Oh no, what did you dream about?" (Mama Saigh)
"I don't remember." (3-year-old)
Night #5: "I dreamed that someone snatched my toy." (5am wake-up, crying, then back to sleep)
Night #6: "I dreamed that a porcupine was poking me."
Night #7: "In my dream, I was holding a porcupine. It was so tiny and cute."
Night #8: "I dreamed that I was inside a fish tank last night, and the fish were around me going like (clap, clap, clap...)!"
It's these little things that I never want to forget.