|"My Loving Jesus Doll," courtesy of catholicchild.com|
I know I was going to post the list of suggestions we've received in the past on how to combat Atticus's night terrors, but I cannot bring myself to think past the sheer awesomeness you see above.
First of all, your suggestions via yesterday's comments were terrific. "Put him outside in a tent." (Oh, we've thought about it.) "Sing 'Jesus Loves Me.'" Pretty sure I haven't tried that one, but I'm going to give it a go. Hopefully it won't be an angry, metal version that will ruin the song for him forever. "Get him a stuffed Jesus."
GET HIM A STUFFED JESUS.
I'm not talking about taxidermy. (Oh my gosh. I could follow that train of thought all kinds of places, but I won't. I will exercise restraint. You're welcome.)
Immediately after reading this comment, I OF COURSE googled "stuffed Jesus doll." The above image is the first one that came up. It was Agape at first sight.
Never mind that I'm pretty sure he's contoured his face (lay off the bronzer, Jesus!). Never mind that his proportions are just a tad off (What is with those giant hands? All the better to save you with, my dear.)
He's almost a foot and a half tall. (The doll, not real Jesus. Keep up, people.) He's machine washable- although there's no way I could live with the guilt of not even taking the time to hand-wash Jesus. Couldn't do it.
If you have so much as two extra minutes in your day, do yourself a favor and do the google image search. It's priceless (actually, most of them seem to be $19.95). I'm particularly intrigued by the talking Jesus doll. How on earth would choose who you want to be the voice of Jesus? James Earl Jones? Are you going to get super authentic and make him speak in Aramaic? (Not that Jesus couldn't speak in English if he wanted to. I wonder what accent he would choose to take on?)
My sister is a genius. (Thanks, Steph!)