I think for posterity sake, I should document that Vivian needs me. ALL THE TIME. NEEDS. ALL THE TIME. It's gone beyond flattering. She cries for me in the morning. Practically gives poor Phil the stiff arm when given the choice between us. I know this is a phase. But really.
Last week was my final week of late nights for the second gig. It was great extra money but it was quickly turning from short term into permanent and I didn't want that to happen. So I promised only until the end of January and that time has come. I am hoping the extra two nights home with Vivian will help her to relax a bit.
In other news, she apparently peed on the potty at school a few weeks ago. I think this may have been coincidence, but she does show more interested in it at this age than Pip did. Pip was like, "toilet ... that's for old people!" when he was her age. So perhaps it's a sign she'll be quicker than he was.
They are little peas in pods. Last night Vivian was refusing to go to sleep, which is not her norm. She would cry and cry until we'd go up to her and then perk up and ask to come downstairs and play or read a book. Exasperated, I decided to let her cry some more. As I was coming down the stairs, Pip peaked his head from his bed and said "she's crying Mommy ... " I was like, yes, I know, and I don't care. That little sweetie went in there and for the next half hour they played and jumped together with wild abandon. Clearly this was Pip also taking advantage of a opportunity not to sleep. But I had no energy left to fight and it was cute. Finally I had to go up there and break them up.
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