I love the simplicity of observations from a 2-year-old.
Today I made sandwiches for lunch. For Cora, I grabbed a star cookie cutter and shaped her sandwich. We were both nearly finished eating when Cora observed...
Cora: mommy, you have a triangle?
Me: not really
Cora: you have a star?
Me: no baby. Mommy cut yours in a star because you're special
Cora: you're not special?
Several weeks ago, Cora thre a tantrum when she woke up. It wasnt a huge deal, but we were still in bed (Cora in with us), and she slammed back angrily and busted my nose. It hurt bad enough that I retreated to the privacy of the bathroom to fume, and bad enough that Cora got a serious guilt trip from Landon... But not so bad that I needed an X-ray... But bad enough that I told Landon I thought I needed an X-ray.
It was traumatic for Cora. She was really sad. Not very apologetic, but super clingy and needy all morning.
Fast forward to tonight.
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