Biting herself . . . pulling out chunks of her own hair . . . screaming at the top of her lungs . . . negotiating every parental request . . . pinching Dad . . . scratching Mom . . . throwing any object within reach across the room . . . reattachment to the binkie . . . complete loss of interest in potty training . . . inconsolable crying when mommy or daddy leaves . . .
The last several weeks have been a tough adjustment for our Miss Vivi.
She was at least able to verbalize her needs this morning. “Put Baby Tad in his bed and hold me. Tickle my back. I want momma/daughter time.”
It’s tough to see my baby girl struggle and, in many ways, grow up over night. Suddenly, her diapers look HUGE and she seems to weigh exponentially more than before. But despite the temper tantrums, I try to take a deep breath and remind myself that she is just a sweet little girl whose world has been turned upside down.
I love you, Miss Vivi . . . to the moon and BACK!
