But we’re on the way better.

On top of the general yuckiness we all feel, Melody seems to be in that rough transitional stage between keeping naps and leaving them behind.

This morning Melody desolved over something and wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.  I found her bubbling in her room and scooped her up, pretending she was my doll and crawled into her bed with her protesting all the way.

I snuggled us both under the blankets and made all the silly comments about my squeeky doll (it’s a game we play reletively frequently) until she was giggly then calm, and we just lay together getting warm before she looked at me, all bright-eyed and cheerful again and we could just talk.

It’s interesting to me how much warmth, touch (and food, to complete the Comfort Trinity) work near-magic with these kiddos.  So sweet.