My mother-in-law and I made Catherine's crib bedding out of an old quilt that was mine from my childhood. We tried to use only the squares that were in the best condition. You can see in the picture below that this
one square had
one small tear.
So what does my daughter do? Everytime we lay her down, no matter where we place her in the crib, she wiggles her little self over to that very spot and puts her little finger in that little hole.
I think she may be on the verge of forgetting about it or outgrowing the desire, but for weeks it seemed it was her favorite pastime. I'm not sure if I should feel proud that she is smart enough to remember where it is and wiggle herself (180 degrees at times ) to it, or if I should be very afraid of the strong will she may possess that even when I say "no" and move her to another spot, she still returns. :)
So what does my daughter do? Everytime we lay her down, no matter where we place her in the crib, she wiggles her little self over to that very spot and puts her little finger in that little hole. 
I think she may be on the verge of forgetting about it or outgrowing the desire, but for weeks it seemed it was her favorite pastime. I'm not sure if I should feel proud that she is smart enough to remember where it is and wiggle herself (180 degrees at times ) to it, or if I should be very afraid of the strong will she may possess that even when I say "no" and move her to another spot, she still returns. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment