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?|