The drip of raindrops, the Drip of Kiddo
It rained the other night and the night after that, even earlier. The second night, Kiddo got up and “had a problem”. The problem was that she had her white noise sounds on and you could hear the rain. She came out and J and I just looked at her as she explained. “There’s two sounds, the rain and my birds, and I’m just not havin’ it.” She’s six. We try to give her understanding and not punish her for getting out of bed, but also set boundaries and let her know it’s sleep time and rest is important. In that, however, we do laugh. Coloring herself blue at 2200, the koala ear night, two sounds and she ain’t havin it. LOL. She wants agency and autonomy, however. She’s been pushing, more and more, to pick out her outfits, how we do her hair, etc. In fact, she talked to me today after I did her hair (more on that later) and I found she moved the bins that held her socks and her hair stuff. No big deal, maybe in tidy...