Last night was a rough one in the Dunn household. Alice was in no mood for sweet, angelic moments. She was very excited to scream and cry. Hard. With tears.
Managing my emotions while Alice has tears streaming down her face is more difficult than I imagined it would be. I do my best to stay calm and relaxed, knowing that she will respond to whatever Michael & I are experiencing. I think we're both learning how to keep ourselves from feeling responsible for her irritation and to remain patient in the face of obvious, demanding need for something we don't know. Sometimes we are able to laugh at her adorable face all worked up over nothing at all. Other times I fight back tears and frustration.
In any event, today she has been sleeping much better. Our little spaz, asleep in her crib with the blanket Aunt Jess made for her keeping her warm, her arms high above her head - that's our girl!
Also, this morning I attempted to put her into one of the outfits we got for her (rather than her standard adorable onsie). She's still a little bit too tiny:
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