You’ve never experienced frustration until you’ve had a 2 year old scream the same sentence at the top of her lungs for 30 minutes at 3AM.
Sammie’s been waking up crying in the middle of the night recently, probably because her molars coming in. I’ve been going in and comforting her, but as soon as I closed the door she’d start crying again and I’d start all over. After almost a week of this I was just too tired to keep doing it so I decided to just let her keep crying. The crying stopped after a few minutes, but instead of her being asleep we saw our bedroom door open a crack, she poked her head in, and she called out “Mommy?”
I have no idea how she got out of her crib without falling, but now it’s time to move her to a kid’s bed. And time to get a lock on our door.
I have this green t-shirt that I wore today. It has a little deer stitched on it and Sammie always like to point it out. I would tell her what it is and that’s it. But today, the conversation went something like this:
Sammie: What’s that, mommy?
Huong: It’s a deer.
Sammie: It’s a dog. (giggling)
Huong: (I’m about to correct her but her giggles make me stop to think for a sec) It’s a…cow!
Sammie: (giggling even more) No. It’s a deer, silly!
I was laughing my ass off.