Kira watched in fascination as our neighbor backed up their huge boat into their backyard while I was grabbing the mail. When I got back in the car, she said "Shit!"-- and my head swiveled around. No worries, she was saying "Ship!". And then...
This morning, K was no trouble at all. It was the first morning for months that Kira did not have at least one crying fit or balk during her morning routine.
How amazing to see her grab her clothes, demand to be changed/dressed, and willingly brush her teeth. Throughout the whole routine, she was smiling and enthusiastic. She even had time to walk into our closet and consult on Daddy's wardrobe ("What WEAR??? Pants???") She egged Frank on out the door ("Come ON! DADDY!"), and at the end, blew me a kiss as she walked out the garage door and into the car.
Sounds like such a small thing, but it was like a star appeared and all the angels sang to me and Frank. I know every morning is not going to be like this, but even the fact that a no cry - no struggle morning is possible is reassuring.
