Sirens

Speaking of sleep, lately Wyatt has been going through a rough period. Over Labor Day weekend we went to a parade. Wyatt chose a spot right up front with all the other kids and was so excited to see a firetruck coming down the road. Until it got close and honked it's horn and he was terrified. Since we live about a 1/2 block away from the hospital, this has become a little problem. We hear sirens quite often, which has resulted in severeal conversations about how police and firetrucks are nice. Wyatt has also figured out that I will let him sit with me at bedtime if he says he's scared. We caught onto his ploy after a couple nights and realized that we have to let him cry it out on his own. Usually he cries by the door for a couple of minutes and then climbs back in bed. Although, every now and then we do find him like this.