I have to be honest....I've been kinda tough on Sloane these past two weeks. As I've told many people- she loves Adler, hates us. Undesirable behaviors (i.e. running away, throwing toys, etc) that didn't seem much of an issue before Adler now seem to be a huge deal and thanks in part to lack of sleep and patience I haven't always dealt with them in an acceptable adult like manner. Translation- I yell at her, feel bad about yelling and then cry about it.
Now with one week under my belt of just the three of us at home alone I think Sloane and I are coming to a mutual understanding of one another. I've relaxed a little, after all she is only a toddler adjusting to some huge life changes and she's started following directions much better. Give a little, take a little right?
Anyways, we were outside yesterday (with the camera of course) and I snapped this picture of Sloane and thought to myself, "My God, she's not a baby anymore." **Thanks to raging hormones I'm fighting tears just writing this-- what happened to me?! She really is a little girl, make that beautiful little girl. She hears everything you say, remembers everything you say and despite being a little turd a lot of the time she has one of the biggest hearts of anyone I know.