I'll spare you the gory details but suffice to say, just about two weeks ago, Mama had a mishap in the kitchen involving a sweet potato and the totally wrong knife. So I'm typing this post one-handed since my left is stitched, splinted, and rendered useless at the moment. That being said, the day after this unfortunate incident, I sat you down and had a serious talk about how I was really hurt and simply could not be getting up in the middle of the night to get out of bed and go to yours. Your eyes turned saucer-like as I plead my case and made a big deal (if maybe a teensy exaggerated for your benefit) about the need for you to stay in your bed, and in your room. You nodded earnestly and said ok.
And there was the turning point! You haven't left your room or awoken in the night since. Now you do make a big deal out of it in the morning, and so naturally so do I because I'm so proud of you.
You sometimes still find ways to complain about your room...my favorite and the latest being "My bed is TOO comfy!" Whaaaat? But it's short-lived. I hope I'm not jinxing it but so far, it's been pretty great. Keep it up, sweetie!
Now some highlights from the week...they include your twirling of "Eyeore's tail", our dinner date the other night after work, a cute Winston, your adorable profile, morning at your Auntie's house, intensity at the library keyboard, and inhaling some pancakes/syrup and maple bacon gelato. Oh yeah, we did that.
And I was finally able to record you doing the sweetest of rituals: