I'm losing. I don't like to lose. The whole entry about us all getting smarter? Well, apparently Wyatt is getting smarter faster than me. Twice today (yes, twice already and it's hardly past noon) he has outcried my ability to listen. First nap: 25 minute cry and I caved. I caved BIG. I cuddled, I coddled, I soothed, I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" ad nauseum. I was rewarded with many raspberries blown my direction, big smiles and even a few giggles. Ah, I'm forgiven.
Fast forward 2 hours. Another 25 minute cry (while I attempted to distract myself by chatting to Alaska). I caved again. Not as much, but still soothed, turned him over, pat his back, told him in my most stern, broken-hearted voice that he has to nap. A little more crying and he is finally asleep. I'm not cut out for this tough love stuff. I thought I was but it's turning me to mush. Oh boy, it could be a long 18 years.
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