UPDATED: I believe I failed to clarify that the following spoonful was consumed solely and completely by me.
Some days, this:
helps mute two crying 16 month olds, that seem to sympathize with eachother way more than I wish they would. Because lately, the girls seem to feel eachother's pain together.
Don't get me wrong, if someone is sad, I immediately put on my doctor hat and roll in to the rescue. But this morning, I pulled out every soothing tactic I had, seemingly falling short of complete restoration for Norah and Hazel.
There were tears, drippy noses, crying, red faces, and a dazed and confused mama who wanted to stop the madness. And she did, with this:
all by herself.
Thank goodness for simple pleasures.