Dr. Sears is my Friend

from Kyri

Apparently there are a lot of theories on what should be done with me when I cry. Someone suggested that I might get spoiled if I get picked up every time. Fortunately, Dr. Sears is on my side. And on this one issue, Mom and Dad were listening. Once it was established that I wouldn't be ignored, I didn't cry so much. Now I do a little talking and if that doesn't work, I change my tone. If worse comes to worse, I cry. But frankly Mom likes me. So I don't cry much.

I like to be rocked to sleep. Dad holds me in this one position on his arm that I really love. Mom never does it that way, but she has other things to compensate. Just as I drop off to sleep I like to be put in my cradle. If mom has me snuggled up to her, I sometimes have to remind her that I need to be moved by squirming until she gets the idea. Mom used to always put me on my tummy to sleep and it took a few tries of trying to explain that I liked my back. She says she doesn't get people who sleep on their backs but that it will make a lot of pediatricians happy to know I prefer it that way.

I hate laying down when I'm awake. I like to see everything that is going on. Mom pulled out this thing called a walker for me to sit in the kitchen. It makes me feel like a BIG girl. I watch Mom as she works and every once in a while she will smile at me and I ALWAYS smile back. I love to stand.

Mom says I am very different from my brother and she is enjoying getting to know me. We have special talks a lot. Daddy talks to me too. He tries to make sure I won't pay attention to boys. He likes to tell me I'm pretty. Ben has a special language just for me. I like it when he talks to me and plays with me. Mom tells him to be more careful. I don't know why. He is pretty fun.