Rocka rocka.

Tears flowed tonight as my just-turned-two-year old asked for “rocka rocka” (rocking in the glider with her hand down my shirt at bedtime)…haven’t done this in months, and the duration of my day usually consists of butting heads with her and lots of typical two-year-old meltdowns and screaming.

She barely fits in my lap in the chair any more, and it was really hard for her to get comfy, but she eventually fell asleep on me. I’ve missed my cuddly, tender Peanut so, so much. Can’t believe she’s two years old now.

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