Old Baby, New Baby

Put in situations that let her shine--- she shines. When she's being the big sister-- she loves, entertains, protects, and pulls out her highest-pitched, most dramatic baby voice for his benefit. I've heard some of the greatest made-up songs through the monitor when she goes up to sooth him when I'm busy and buying time.

However, without a nap in her life anymore, she consistently hits a wall each day and throws multiple tear-your-hair-out-because-you-don't-know-WHAT-to-do-as-a-mom, ferocious fits. She ends up hitting Sophia out of frustration if she can't have the toy she wants and after a very emotional (an understatement) time-out where she usually manages to hurt herself and then all of the focus turns to how I made her step on a rock or bonk her funny bone, she knows it's time to say sorry before she can move on. This is usually preceded by at least 10 or 15 minutes of laying on the floor crying "I can't say sorry! It's toooooo tricky to say sorry for me. I'm too tired to say sorry--- it's JUST toooo triiiiiicky!!!!"

Ross would say she got that from me. He's right. Sorry's are hard sometimes. I feel you, girl.