Bean had a long and, in my estimation, kind of rough day yesterday. First, she woke up early in the morning (we're talking, like, 3:00-4:00 a.m.) because she had a bad dream. The dream? She dreamt that Cakes was drinking tea, choked on it, and threw up. Bean is not a big fan of vomit (is anyone a big fan of vomit?), and she was fortunate enough to witness Cakes throw a trantrum until she threw up the other night. I think she was a little traumatized by the whole thing. More so than Cakes, who recovered within minutes. So, the morning started out with a nightmare. But, in spite of the nightmare, she was pretty happy and very helpful and cooperative all morning long.
That afternoon, it was off to the dentist for a filling. Now, I've mentioned that I'm an anti-dentite. I am fortunate that my child doesn't know this, and that she hasn't inherited my irrational fears. She sat patiently, nitrous oxide pumping into her little body, while the dentist quickly and efficiently drilled and filled. The dentist and his assistant both expressed amazement that someone so young was so well-behaved during a dental procedure (she handled it much better than I would have).
We got home, where she patiently played with Cakes all afternoon. No fights! Then, we got ready for dance class that evening, where she actively participated in class, socialized with the other little ballerinas, and chatted excitedly on the drive home about how "I'm going to be a great dancer!"
At bedtime, she voluntarily climbed into bed, said good-night, and went to sleep!!!! These days make those tantrum- and screaming-filled days tolerable.
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