I'm pretty sure that anticipation of something difficult in life is usually harder than the something itself. Of course, this battle (Nate's China trip) isn't over yet, but I already feel like we're coasting along just fine. I've been elevating our busy-ness and lowering my expectations. I've also been totally blessed by friends paying extra special attention to us (i.e. invites for dinner and a frozen yogurt drive-by). So now I feel silly for worrying/anticipating so much before Nate's departure.
During a pleasant walk through town tonight, with both girls in the bike trailer/stroller, Cora started to fuss so I asked Louisa to sing her a song. A two-year-old version of ABC's was sung and !POOF! Cora was happy again. Awesome. Back at home, we ate dinner (tasty salad piled with pecans, blueberries, grilled chicken, carrots, cucumbers, dried cranberries and avocado) and then the girlies had a bath together. I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that the night wasn't quite perfect: after the bath, Cora cried for 30 minutes while Lou tried to comb her own hair and put her own pajamas on. I walked out of her room during her attempts and when I came back in, she had her swimsuit on instead. Oh Loubear.
In hindsight, Cora's sad spell is all so clear. She just needed to be topped off before going to sleep. I always feel so silly when I try everything else - a new diaper, bouncing, going outside, laying her flat...only to realize that she just wanted to eat...again. Perhaps that's how she keeps her roly-poly figure!
|Mom! Don't take pictures, stop her!|
|Hoping I'd turn the shower on?|