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July 05, 2007
Little Victories
There are those rare moments where you realize maybe some of your attempts at parenting are sinking in, and the genuineness and innocence of those moments just turns you into a little puddle.
Today, after a long morning at the beach, Bug, Nana and I headed to Panera for lunch. While waiting on line, a tired-out and hungry Bug started to hit me in the chest. This is a new habit when she's cranky and getting a little wacko. After the second time, I put her down, saying "If you're going to hit Mommy, I'm not going to hold you right now." My two-year-old slunk onto the floor in a heap, wailing "Uuuuuuuuuup!" I said "I know you are tired and hungry, and we are going to get some food, so I just need you to behave for a few more minutes." "Uuuuuuuuup!" "If I pick you up, are you going to hit me?" "No."
I picked her back up, and she laid her head on my shoulder, patted me on the chest, and said, in her little Baby voice, "Sorry."