Pumpkin Chocolate (pronounce Chocolate with a Spanish accent). This has become a character in Ronin mind who helps him take baths – someone who likes to bake and play with his trains – a confident who has a head of a pumpkin and loves blueberry cakes. I think this is Ronin’s new imaginary friend.
Ronin’s imagination has taken off. There are dragons in the closet and we have to use the Monster-Be-Gone and sing the song to ensure that no monsters (dragons, trolls, and monsters) can escape his closet. This has become increasingly tiresome as Ronin has transitioned to the big-boy bed where he gets up at will and either hovers over me (where I can hear him sucking on a sous) at 4am waiting for everyone to wake up and play with him. Or he presses his soft little warm hand on my shoulder and whispers, “mommy I awake now.” Sometimes I find his asleep on the floor next to me. Then there is the play for me to join him in his bed and he promises to go back to sleep but he never does. So I am now researching gates for his door. A woman has to sleep.
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