As I hold Amelia and try to calm her down and get her back to sleep (for the fourth time) my mind races back and forth between the thoughts that flood it:
Is she sick?
Is it her teeth?
Is she still adjusting to not having a binkie?
It's been two weeks now but she seems so mad at me...
Or, am I imagining it?
She's been pretty good. They both have.
Yes. They did see their cousin today and she had her binkie.
And, no, they didn't gang up on her, rip it from her mouth and then wrestle over who got first dibs.
But they both do seem a bit more emotional.
Every time I get Amelia to sleep Hazel starts crying and asking me to hold her.
Which of course wakes Amelia up.
And then I have to rock her back to sleep.
Wait. This...isn't on...purpose. Do you think? No. They...no. It can't be.
And then from behind me I hear Hazel say, "Pchu, pchu. Mommy....I thoot you."
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Boy do I remember thoses times ! It gets worst before it gets better! But it all works out at the end ! Lol
Hahaha! Bless her heart. It is hard for them to give up that binky. We called it a paci (short for pacifier) in our house. Our oldest son gave it up easily. But our youngest...shewwwww! I think he still holds a grudge...and he's 18 yrs.!!! ;-)
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That sounds exactly like my conversations with myself. I love it!
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