Oh to be 2-almost-3. It must be tough. At 4:30 in the afternoon, Ryleigh is still in her pajamas. When I got home from school, she was still in them and pitched a fit everytime I mentioned getting dressed. By the time I thought it might be possible, it was nearly naptime. She has this thing that sleeping is meant to be done in pajamas, so she gets undressed at naptime anyway.
She is currently laying on the floor whining... again. She just said "I'm angry at you." Not sure what I did. She woke up from her nap cranky. She had a popsicle. She was happy. We went potty, we washed our hands, life was good. Now she's angry at me and wants Daddy to come home. She keeps asking when he's coming home. She's such a daddy's girl. Sometimes makes me feel like a bad mother. Makes me wish I hadn't worked so much when she was younger. Makes me more certain than ever I'll be here for Ashtyn. Ryleigh and I are making progress, but when push comes to shove, she wants Daddy.
These last few weeks have been tough on Ryleigh. I don't expect the next few to get any easier. Poor kid. She's going to miss Maddie. She is excited about being closer to her grandparents and aunts and uncles. She goes back and forth about the moving thing. Don't we all! OK, better go, now both girls are whining. Ashtyn is much more patient, though. Such a sweet spirit.
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