10:00 last night, Beth still doing her in-and-out-of-bed, up-and-down-the-stairs routine: "I can't sleep."
"Sweetie pie, can you go back upstairs and put your head down on your pillow?"
Mournful face, tears welling up in the eyes. "But I'm saaaaaad." This is a common refrain around our house when Beth is exhausted, and I have a consistent way to deal with it.
"Bethie, you aren't sad. You're tired. When you feel this way it's your body's way of telling you that you're really tired."
"But I can't hear it!"
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Beth is so sweet:) I miss you guys!
Jessie, you miss this? I can still see you reading books to Bethie at 11:30 because we forgot to tell you she cried in protest at bedtime!
Beth gets more like her mother all the time.
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