You’re my little mammal.
Isabel is going through a tough stretch right now. She’s teething and it seems like she is much more uncomfortable this time around (at least that’s what our spidey senses tell us). Either that, or she’s simply more aware of what’s going on and the different sensations coursing through her gums, and is vocalizing that awareness.
She obviously can’t describe her pain, so she just cries or whines (and throws in a few of her favorite words at the same time). Couple that with her burgeoning desire for toddler independence/constant indecisiveness, and it can feel like we’re constantly teetering on the edge of a meltdown.
She’s been more expressive lately. It’s clear she wants to say things, and desperately tries to communicate as best she can. I think I mistake her desire to communicate with some advanced ability to also understand, but sometimes we just don’t understand each other. I can’t explain myself, she can’t explain herself, and we both get frustrated.
But I was reminded of something Mrs. FWL said a long time ago (relatively speaking of course). Whether we’re consoling her in the middle of the night, or waking up with her in the pre-dawn hours, she is still our fabulous, energetic, determined, little mammal.
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