{"id":4398,"date":"2013-01-10T17:48:15","date_gmt":"2013-01-10T21:48:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=4398"},"modified":"2013-01-10T17:48:15","modified_gmt":"2013-01-10T21:48:15","slug":"this-is-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=4398","title":{"rendered":"This is Two"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Kate woke up, I could hear her shifting in bed. Then I hear sobbing. I go in to get her and she&#8217;s sitting on her bed, one sock off and the other half-off. She&#8217;s sobbing hysterically about &#8220;sock on.&#8221; I go to pull it on, she yanks her feet out of my hands and sobs. Okay, I pull the sock off. She howls and pitches a fit. It continues like this for some time even though I crouch next to her and try to discern what she wants. &#8220;Socks off?&#8221; &#8220;No!&#8221; &#8220;Socks on?&#8221; &#8220;No!&#8221; She&#8217;s inconsolable. But every time I try to leave the socks behind she lunges for them. I am utterly perplexed.<\/p>\n<p>Finally amongst the gibberish I hear something that sounds like &#8220;Kate socks on.&#8221; Hmmm. I wonder if this is one of those times she wants to do it herself. I ask her and that at the least doesn&#8217;t cause more howling, so I could be on to something. I hand her a sock and encourage her to put it on. She can&#8217;t of course, and that causes some sobs but I gently help her get it on. The next sock follows.<\/p>\n<p>Tears dry up and she jumps to her feet, excited and proud! Whew! Tantrum weathered! She asks for yogurt and I gladly go get her some. I put the bowl down on her table. She takes one look at it and shrieks, &#8220;Kate pour it, oh no!!!&#8221; and melts to the floor for round two.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Kate woke up, I could hear her shifting in bed. Then I hear sobbing. I go in to get her and she&#8217;s sitting on her bed, one sock off and the other half-off. She&#8217;s sobbing hysterically about &#8220;sock on.&#8221; I go to pull it on, she yanks her feet out of my hands and sobs. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":71,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[622],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4398","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-embers-first-year"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4398","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/71"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4398"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4398\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4399,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4398\/revisions\/4399"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4398"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4398"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4398"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}