Rhys has been waking up with nightmares the past few nights. I am not really able to sooth him... he's been dreaming about "bugs" in the bed with him (which is interesting, as he likes bugs during the day). The only thing that's been helping has been Frazer coming into the room, saying "is there another bug, budddy?" to which there's a sobbing "yes" and then Frazer makes a quick grab into the bed saying "got it!", after which Rhys can go back to sleep.

Frazer loves that his son responds like that for him.

Taco Salad for dinner.

Rhys took his lettuce (which I didn't really expect him to eat) and for the last half hour has been carefully arranging it on his high chair tray. There is clearly some rhyme or reason to how he's doing so... he's been taking a piece, replacing it with another one, and had a nice even layer across the tray.

Me: *trying not to laugh too much*

Frazer: He's your son.

Me: My son? This is all you.

Frazer: What?

Me: Yes! Carefully arranging things to be esthetically pleasing? That's so you.

Frazer: That's not esthetically pleasing... that's obsessively arranging things in an organised fashion... and that's totally you.

Me: Pah.

Great big smile!


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It's sort-of become "his" colour - possibly mostly because it's an unusual colour to have as a "favourite" colour, possible because I'm not a huge fan of it. Anyways... I started to do laundry today and between him and the boy we have enough orange clothing for a separate "orange" load. I find this amusing.