The hitting phase seems to have passed...at least for now. The lesson we've been teaching her is that hitting animals and people isn't okay, but that when she feels the need to whack something (don't we all?) there are other things she can hit instead: the floor, the couch, or even our hands. Now I could just get her to stop throwing sand...oh well.
Scott left yesterday for a three week business trip. We were both feeling sad and trying to hide it as we spent the day at his mother's house for Easter brunch and my parents' for dinner, since it's right near the airport. Scott's afraid he's going to miss something momentous in Sadie's development, and while I don't think he has to be afraid that she's suddenly going to discover a love of the high jump, she is changing so much from one day to the next that three weeks from now, who knows who she'll be?
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