I Can't Stay Mad...

Last night was rough.  And that's an understatement.

Ella refused to fall asleep until almost 11pm.  She woke up around 12:30am.  Didn't fall back to sleep until after 4am.  Was up again at 5:50am.  Slept in my husband's arms until about 8:45am, then she and I were up and playing in the living room.

At these difficult times, it would really be a Godsend if she could form a full sentence, other than "Hi, Pooh!"  Or, at least two or three words that would tell us what's going on, like "Bad dream", or "Tummy hurts" or "Don't feel good".

As a parent, you get so frustrated when something is upsetting your child, but it's more upsetting when your child can't even explain their discontent to you.  And you want to be there for them all the time.

But, at 3am...ugh.  I can't stay mad.

I can't stay mad when the first words out of my precious angel's mouth at 9am this morning were, "Mama, nuh-nana!  Nuh-nana!"  Like nothing happened, like she hadn't just seen me less than three hours earlier, screaming in her crib.

I gave her a nuh-nana (banana).  And I looked the other way when she dropped half of it on the floor :)