Baby has a fear of bugs. She especially hates spiders. I'm pretty sure this fear came from Husband who screams whenever he sees one and then is creeped out for days.
I put Baby in quiet time the other day because she really needed it. I killed quiet time a while ago, but lately it's been resurrected. Like a zombie. And I keep trying to feed Baby to it, but she's pretty sneaky, that one.
Maybe that was a bit morbid. Let's start over.
I put Baby in quiet time the other day. She needed it. I gave her a few books to read, dolls to read to, and walked away.
About twenty minutes later I hear her scream. Not the "Mooomm-I-Want-To-Get-Out-Of-Quiet-Time" Scream, but the "I'm-Scared-for-Real" Scream. I ran in to see what was wrong, and she is standing next to her bed with a worried look on her face. I ask her what was wrong and she said there was spider in her bed. I asked her where it went, and she doesn't know. I lift up all her pillows and blankets and bazillion stuffed animals and don't see any sign of a spider. I ask her to show me how big it was, and she shows me that it was a tiny one, between her thumb and forefinger. I tell her that she scared it away and she can go back in bed to quiet time, but she is not fooled by my explanations. I cannot offer up a dead specimen to prove that it is really dead, so she won't get back into bed. I really want quiet time to happen, so....
I let her sleep in my bed instead.