Stressed Out Lachlan

Lachlan is such a little stress monkey. He is constantly worried about something. I know that I have made him this way--but don't know how to fix it. He is having a hard time sleeping at night, because he is scared. He does not like the new house because he said it makes creepy noises. I have invested in nightlights and rope lights for his room to try to help him. Hopefully, he will begin to feel more at ease at the house.

I heard this song the other day that totally reminded me of my little "all grown up" Lachlan. It's by Craig Morgan called "Lotta Man in the Little Boy".

His life is that blue bike, ball glove an' fishin' pole, Tree-house, BB gun and band aid covered knees. He does good deliverin' papers, An' cuttin' grass for the neighbours, Except for Widow Wilson: he cuts hers for free. His little hands do a lot for a kid his age, He puts one-tenth of his hard earned money, In the offering plate each Sunday by his own choice. There's a lotta man in that little boy. Weekdays, he tries to sleep late: Weekends, he's up at daybreak. Him an' Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek. That dog was like his brother: You'd seen one, you'd see the other. Cut one an' both of them would bleed. Tires screamed, but that ol' truck couldn't stop. There's the tree that he buried him under; He made a cross from scraps of lumber, An' on it carved: "God Bless ol' Roy. "There's a lotta man in that little boy. There's a house, down where he goes fishin': He told his Mom: "Those kids got nothin', "And I don't need all these toys. "There's a lotta man.(There's a lotta man. There's a lotta man.) In that little boy.