Sunday, September 26, 2004
Eight months ago we were in Kansas with Grandma and Grandpa Stout. Noah, who is extremely sensitive to odd noises, had a rough time getting used to Grandma and Grandpa's rattley heating vents. The rattling noise made Noah very nervous. As a result, the night I tried to read "Bedtime for Frances" to Noah for the first time, he got a little freaked out and couldn't get past the crack in the ceiling part. After that, he refused to let me read the book to him, or even look at it for that matter.
Then, last night he gathered up enough courage to let me read it to him and surprisingly enough, he liked it. He liked it so much he's been carrying it with him everywhere, including today, when he took it to Nursery in the hopes that someone would read it to him there. And then, he burst into tears when he realized we left it in Nursery and the doors were locked. Luckily, Sister Dance had a key and saved the day. Noah held onto that book like it was a million dollars.
As we drove home from church I glanced behind me to see what Noah was doing. He had the book open to the "crack in the ceiling page" and was staring at the crack like he was in a trance. When I asked him what he was doing he said he was helping Frances keep watch on the crack in case a spider tried to come out of it. Sweet Noah! And clever too.
posted by Shana # 11:08 PM 
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