Every night I feed Isobel her last meal of the day. She eats and eats and then, all of a sudden, she’s done. Very done. She complains and turns her head away as if to say, “No really, THAT’S ENOUGH.” That’s usually accompanied by some very creative squirming.
I take her upstairs. I fill her…
This is my baby…..showing the world how to be the most amazing mom to her baby. The traditions that are shared here will last forever in Isobel’s mind.
I am so excited with you reading her the bedtime stories. While right now that might only be a 5 minute limit on her part, it will create a life long love of books. Xo