My child is joy manifest.
I haven’t had much time or energy for blogging lately, which is making me feel a little frustrated and sad. There are things I just won’t remember if I don’t put them here.
Today was really a lovely day. Sami charmed me by playing peek-a-boo over the back of my dining room chair, and then patting her hand on my chest and saying, matter-of-factly, “Mama!” Then she’d go over and declare Ben, “Dad-dee,” in similar fashion.
We went to dinner at Kazumi, and Sami hung monkeylike from the back of a high chair containing an 11 month old girl. (I held the seat so it wouldn’t topple - both kids were, sadly, loving this.) She was playing the peekaboo game with the little girl, and tickling her toes, and pointing out body parts helpfully. “Elbow” is one of her newest ones. She even gave nose-noses and kisses. I was quite impressed.
On the way home, she repeated over and over, “Embee, embee,” as if I could forget that her sippy was empty. It would be filled at home.
Days like today it’s not hard to remember why I love Sami, and forget all the ways that toddlers are frustrating.
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