The apple doesn't fall far from the tree . . .

When our children our born, we are excited to find out who they will look like, what characteristics they will have, who they will take after, etc . . .  It has been interesting (and sometimes like looking in a mirror) to see what temperaments and "types" our boys have/are.  In the last week or so, we have discovered a similarity in sleep habits between Jacob and myself.  (some of this post is going to be a bit embarrassing for me, I hope you enjoy)  When I say sleep haibts, I mean dreaming.  And when I say dreaming, I mean nightmares.  When I was little (and yes I admit, when I say little I mean from when I was a toddler until, well, the present time.) I would often wake up in the middle of night, screaming bloody murder about a bug (usually a spider) in my bed, in front of my face, etc.  My parents have even found me in my closet hiding and screaming.  The older I have gotten, the less it does happen.  It did take Cody a few times to get used to it.  It must be freaky to wake up to your wife screaming bloody murder about some spider.  Anyway, enough about me.  It seems that Jacob has inherited (if in fact you can inherit nightmares) from me.  On a few occasions now, Jacob has woken up in the middle of the night, screaming bloody murder, about spiders and crabs in his bed.  Cody goes in to check on him and I lay in bed and laugh.  Not because I have no compassion for his fears, but because I know this is what it was like for my parents and I know we are in it for the long haul.