Summer 2019 – Rose was waking up slowly from her nap as she likes to. I was sitting on the couch in her room letting her decide when she wanted to get up. I opened the blinds after a while and she saw that it was cloudy and getting dark even though it was afternoon. She stood up in her crib looking out the window and said, “Storm is coming”. She has been reading a Winnie the Pooh book about the Storm that sparkled and was a tiny bit obsessed about storms. I told her that it wasn’t coming until later that night. She repeated, “Storm is coming.” I repeated that it wasn’t coming yet. She insisted, “There’s going to be thunder!”. I said it isn’t supposed to come now but even if it did we were safe inside so she shouldn’t worry about it. She looked me right in the eye and said, “Ice cream would help.” <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Summer 2019 – Rose was waking up slowly from her nap as she likes to. I was sitting on the couch in her room letting her decide when she wanted to get up. I opened the blinds after a while … Continue reading