11pm, Friday Night

Around 10:30 last night, sweet M awoke in a fit of frantic sobbing, inconsolable for nearly 30 minutes, furiously pushing away every attempt at comforting him: snuggles, chupa, drink, blankie, cracker, even Mommy! He screamed hysterically, and we were quite concerned, until he pointed to the stairs and B carried him into the basement.  Once there,  M saw a roll of toilet tissue in the storage room. He was instantly pacified and played happily with the tissue for another hour. He was finally willing to acknowledge Mommy and be snuggled back to sleep, and sleep he did until 7:30am. He didn't seem to be in pain, so we can only assume he'd had a terrible nightmare of some kind. It's so sad, to think of him being afraid! Anybody have any other theories? How bizarre that he stopped crying the instant B carried him down the stairs into our dark, cold, unfinished basement. Thankfully, he awoke cheerful and perky this morning.