note: her OCD arrangement of a brand new tea set
When we visited in December, to my supreme happiness, she remembered me. We played tag, we hugged, we kissed, general merriment ensued. Blake, though... well, she was still kind of shy around him. You know, cute, little-girl shyness.
That's when we found out about her nervous twitch. We would encourage her to give Blake a hug. She would make shy eyes at him, put her chin on her shoulder and sing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. Actually, she would sing the words "twinkle, twinkle, little star" over and over to the actual tune until she felt comfortable enough to just back out of the situation. From then on, I would encourage her to interact with Blake just so I could see the weirdest nervous habit ever.
Eventually, she got used to him.
Blake asks for more tea
Today I get a call on the drive to work (temp job). I am proud to announce that she has learned the rest of the words to "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and it is the cutest phone conversation I've ever had.
