A few weeks ago, Isabella started nestling a few of her dolls in her bed with her to sleep with. As the days went by, her collection grew and grew. Don't quite understand why she does some of the things she does. I can't decide if I view this as adorable or just weird...perhaps a mixture of the two. This kind of thing is what makes her even more endearing to me. Not sure where she's going to sleep in the next few weeks as there probably will not be any room for her. Sean snapped this picture last night of our sleeping angel and all her "snuggle buddies."
And a shot of a quiet Luke...a cherished thing lately. He's learned that if he screams and cries as loud as he can, eventually he'll get what he wants--mommy. He's become so attached to me to the point of isolating himself from his daddy (which of course is terribly frustrating for Sean who is a very involved daddy). Luke ONLY wants me to hold him. I can spot separation anxiety when I see it so I've been trying to ignore my mommy instincts and let him cry it out. Tried it yesterday afternoon and he cried for over an hour until I finally sent Sean in to soothe him. I was hoping just having someone get him would calm him and he'd be so relieved that Sean got him he'd stop crying. No such luck. Just made him angrier. After some more time, it was then time to feed him again so I guess he won that battle. I'm not giving up though because in a few weeks, he'll be with the babysitter and I'm terrified he'll do the same thing for her and drive her nuts. I know this behavior can be reshaped but boy is it painful to listen to him cry. It goes against all my motherly instincts. And he's an angry crier...very different from his sister. Wish us luck, for all our sakes. And of course, we're open to any pearls of wisdom.
