Today starts my co-hosting week over at The Red Dress Club! Please come over to visit today, where I'm talking about overcoming fear in writing, and the rest of the week. Don't worry; I'll remind you again!
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With Dylan soundly asleep in his crib, Abbey curls into my side, bringing a book or two or a pile to read, a combination of trusted friends like Angelina Ballerina and new books from the library.
Minnie Mouse. Cinderella. Vera Rides a Bicycle. Her head grows heavy against my arm, and I take a moment to inhale her hair; our moments alone, calm and still, are fleeting.
Napping is out of the question.
Some days, the books lull her into relaxation, and she wants to watch "a little TV," which means an episode of Angelina or The Cat in the Hat or WordWorld. Those days, I steal a little time with the laptop on the couch, letting her lean into me and point out her favorite parts.
Other days, reading rejuvenates her, and we have quiet adventures - crafts, trips to her imaginary zoo, well-known games, and those she invents as we go along.
And so began our hide and seek adventure, a game quiet enough to play with a sleeping toddler paces away, our giggles muffled into hands and pillows, rushing back to the counting spot in the kitchen if we grew too rambunctious.
She's an excellent seeker, despite (or maybe because of) her varying counting times. She counted to fifteen. She counted to three. She counted to eight. And then eleventeen, which she continues to use no matter how often we talk about it not being a number.
Standing in the middle of the living room, she scans the room and checks possible nooks and crannies until she discovers me with a teasing: "I fooouuund you!"
But we need to work on the hiding. She has three strategies.
1) Hide behind the couch cushions, burying her head and using the "I can't see Mommy, so she can't see me" approach.
2) Hiding in the exact spot where she just found me, sometimes as I am walking to the kitchen (our counting spot).
3) Telling me where she's planning on hiding.
We need to hone her hiding skills before she starts playing with people who don't pretend that it's tough to find her.
behind the couch cushions is her favorite hiding spot
she fits under there much better than I do
sometimes she thinks if she can't see you, she's invisible
like I said, she likes hiding behind the cushions
coat closet
she turned into a princess while I was counting to fifteen
What a cutie! I like to pretend I can't ever see mine hiding!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, your daughter is soo adorable! Am a new follower, was just over at the Red Dress Club where I found your post on facing your fears of writing. A very well-written post, and on a difficult subject too!
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she is always a PRINCESS...but I am glad she found her crown while you were counting. Let her hide like she is now, because I know that she will be "hiding in plain sight" at school, with her friends, on her own soon enough and you'll be wishing she had Told you where she was. ;)
ReplyDeleteSHE IS SOOOO Cute, Ang. I can't get over how adorable that face is. :)
Aww so cute & lovely, I Love It! Also, she's at least not taking the approach my oldest and BFFs oldest did when they were that age, They'd tell each other where to hide.
ReplyDeleteThe dude heads under his bed...every time!
ReplyDeleteThat is so funny! We mostly play downstairs, so she hasn't tried her bed yet. The dude and Abbey could play. Her turn, couch. His turn, bed. Repeat 47 times.
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious. She did tell me a couple of times, "Mommy, go THERE!"
ReplyDeleteIsn't it funny that she took the time to put on the crown while she was supposed to be hiding? I almost cried with laughter when I found her with it on her little head, smiling from ear to ear.
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Thanks for following! I will definitely stop by :)
ReplyDeleteIsn't the fear crazy?
It can be tough. The first time, she just laid on the couch, face down. No blanket or cushion over herself :) Her stuff dog, however, was behind the cushion.
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