twotothree

Yesterday Gloria was a demonic, spawn of Satan child.  Screaming because I wasn't holding her, then screaming because I was holding her, and then screaming because I put her down.

Today she has been running up to kiss me, laughing at the dog, and quietly playing with her blocks.

She keeps me on my toes.  If there's one thing I've learned over the past year, it's that there's absolutely no predicting what each day is going to be like.

Another example of this is that I never would have guessed that her security object would be a pair of her father's boxers.  She gets really upset when I take them off of her.