Poor soul. She was due for a double dose of immunizations on Monday, and it was tough. She’s old enough to know exactly what goes down at the doctor’s office, but I have to tell you, she was pretty brave. I was pretty proud.
A couple of days later she trotted off to play by herself and after it started to feel like a long time, I went upstairs to check on her.
And there she was, sitting in bed, sticking a crayon “shot” into George’s thigh and then covering the spot with a sticker. I’ve been finding stickers on all her stuffed animals… and Oliver… and sometimes when I overhear her playing there is a quiet but definite “ow!”
So cute and interesting to see her play starting to take on story lines, rehearsing past and trying out futures. I think I’m going to love this stage.