My dear Nora,
Let me be the first to day it: you definitely have your mother’s knack for voicing your displeasure.
Most everyone who has ever met you would probably call me crazy. In truth, most of the time you are very calm and observant, or joyfully playful. You are the “good baby,” and people notice how happy you are. My favorite phrase to them is, “She’s very happy… Until she’s not.”
This isn’t quite true, though, or I’d be caught quite often with an epic meltdown. The signs you give are so very subtle that most don’t ever notice the shift. But when you give them, your father and I exchange that ‘countdown’ look, and we politely hightail ourselves to the nearest acceptable place for you to nurse and nap.
Of course we are far from perfect, and you are fond of changing the game as well. It seems that for as much as you enjoyed the holidays, now you want to spend a good bit more time ‘recharging’ with extra naps and marathon nursing. That’s cool, but you’ve still got to give us a little warning. Melting down whilst covered in avocado and still in need of a pre-nap diaper change makes life harder for everyone.
Ah well, we’ve come through this too. So forgive me for chuckling to myself while you shed a few tears. It’s just that you remind me of, well, me. And as your grandmother would often say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.