She is a bit of a terror lately … this 3 to 4 year old mark is tough.
She still manages to make her way to my bed each night, a habit we cannot seem to control. But she sure is cute when she wakes in the morning – a big warm ball of fuzzy little obstinate girl. Just waking to her world of new experiences, I can almost see the gears in her head moving when she puts some words together and (smart little thing) says “Bo-ker Tov” instead of good morning as soon as her eyes open. Then she jumps off the bed and tries to catch the sun spots in her mouth, and I realize how new she is to the world. How can I expect so much from her?