When Rosalie gets hungry--at least eight times a day--she gets SO hungry. She hangs off the front edge of her highchair tray until I put her in and then moans and whines frantically until she gets something to eat. I have to make soothing reassurances while I'm fetching the juice, or opening the can of mandarin oranges--"Hold on, I'm almost done. Just a minute."
So I was halfway through making her some Ramen when I tuned in to realize that she wasn't whining for a change; she was repeating this to herself: "Ho'd on, Me. Ho'd on, Me."
Friday, February 6, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
5 comments:
hee hee!! i have to tell myself that many times a day. she is so ahead of the game.
So nice when kids can talk themselves out of feeling stressed.
Wow. that's more than most adults can do. that is so funny... and nice for you.
That is beyond precious. And she was probably taking her cue from your patience.
How sweet! I love your posts!
Post a Comment