Monday, October 29, 2007

Cut my heart out with a spoon

It is one thing to hear kicking and screaming and crying from the other side of the door. It is quite another to hear, in a very calm, still, clear, and pleading voice, "Daddy, where are you?" repeated several times. Thankfully(?), the kicking and screaming returned shortly thereafter.

Currently feeling: wishing I were out of tears
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  1. Elfinlady10/29/2007 6:51 AM

    I was going to suggest the same thing Melanie did a couple of posts down. A baby gate across the bedroom door is how we kept Scarlett in her room. Of course, if Luke can climb one, that won't work for you.

    Good luck, and I hope Luke adjusts soon, I know how painful this is for you!

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  2. Kerry10/29/2007 3:15 PM

    Oh, I totally agree. The miserable, articulate begging is far worse than the screaming. Thinking of you at the hard, hard time.

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