I have decided that the best age of a child is when they are little enough to be cuddled, not always crying all the time, and able to understand/have a conversation with you. This morning, Sarah and I had a back and forth conversation. I look forward to having more of them.
We left the car after dropping David off at school, and I told Sarah to say “bye Huggie” to her bear in the car. (Thank you Aunt Aliza and Bubbe and Zaide P in Brooklyn for that; Sarah loves Huggie in bed and we love having the extra one in the car!). She did. Then I told her to say “hi Mommy” and she said “No!” I asked her why she didn’t want to say hi, and she said “hungry.”
Fair enough. Then we got inside and she wanted to drink with her cereal so we were looking for the “sippy cup.” She says it like “sih cah!”
I just made a video asking her to say stuff but she ended up saying “no” to everything I asked.
Last night, we put Sarah to bed and she wasn’t ready. She ended up screaming for about 20 minutes before I went up there to give her a few minutes of relaxation with me in front of the TV. Turns out, she threw Huggie out of the crib and was sad because Huggie was on the floor. I get it. If you had a “safety blanket” and it was on the floor and you had no way to get it, you’d be sad too.
(By the way, Sarah loves the picture on this post. She’s waving frantically to it and shrieking in excitement.)