Nathan is 2 years and 1 month old today. Really? Oh. My. Word. How has this happened? Gah. The biggest thing that's happened during the past month is Nathan's newly acquired fear of the dark. Man, is that fun.
We normally put him to bed around 7:30 every night. I don't know if this seems early, according to everyone around him it is, but he gets up between 6:30 and 6:45 every day. Also, does he really go to sleep at 7:30? Not usually. Most often, he settles down pretty quickly.
This past Sunday, we put him down at his usual time and he seemed okay. About five minutes later, instead of his usual fussing, we heard BLOOD-CURDLING SCREAMS! He hasn't been feeling well, so I rushed in there... and he was scared. Really and truly scared. When we calmed him, he told us that he was scared of the plush animal decorations on his wall. We took them down. Then he told us that he was scared of the nails that had held them up. We took those down too. By this time, he was exhausted and completely unreasonable - moreso than the normal unreasonableness of a two year old. We cajoled, we tried turning lights on (including a dim lamp), we read stories, we rocked, and nothing seemed to calm him. Finally, about 11:00, he was just so exhausted that he was willing to go to sleep with the lights on. ALL OF THEM. Imagine sleeping through an old-timey interrogation. That's about right.
The next few nights were slightly better, with Nathan being able to tell us what was so SCAR-RAY. It's a struggle, but I know it's something that all little kids go through.