Remember the video I posted of Sam patting her babies a while back? The one that proves that, even at 18 months old, she still has more rhythm than Jay? Just replace the babies with some bongos and you've got yourself an act.
Well, this morning after getting Sam dressed I put her down in my bed and gave her the job of waking up her sister. Most mornings when I give her this tough assignment she tickles Addi and pulls her hair, which leads to Addi hitting Sam, which leads to tears, which leads to me yelling, which leads to a rough start for all of us.
This morning I peeked my head out of the closet long enough to see what Sam was doing. I guess after months of attemping the impossible Sam had given up hope of waking Addi up and instead was embracing her sleeping.
She was lying in between Addi and a baby “ie: a stuffed sheep”, had covered them both up, and was dutifully patting them both to sleep. Just like in her video. THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP...
Man I love that girl.
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