Colter never had a pacifier as a baby or sucked his thumb. He didn't really have a special blanket or a can't-live-without-it stuffed animal. Gary and I were pretty much his bedtime buddies. But tonight, he fell asleep with a small Captain Underpants on his chest. At 9 years old he's finally learning how to comfort himself. I guess you can teach an old(er) boy new tricks.
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August 04, 2005
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My son had a favourite teddy bear with a red ribbon around its neck. Until he was well into late childhood (at which point I started to become somewhat concerned), he comforted himself by stroking the ribbon on his face or arm. I never made an issue of it, even when he was 10 or 11, and eventually, he gave up "Toutou" on his own.
Posted by: Terry | August 06, 2005 at 08:17 AM
If it weren't for the Captain Underpants books, my 7-year-old wouldn't read anything. Long live the Captain!
Posted by: Michele | August 05, 2005 at 09:24 AM
That's so sweet. My kids never really had bedtime "needs" either. Just me. They still have me. They just can't fall asleep without me. Don't know what I'm going to do once baby is born!
Posted by: Melany | August 05, 2005 at 04:08 AM