Some days are hard. I know this one was because I was wearing pajama pants in the afternoon and had Lou out on the porch swing. That tells me we were having a rough day and needed a break.
Stopping to squeez her thighs or smell the roses can often turn things around.
Another hard day was when we were getting ready to go for a walk and Joseph was looking for his bike and couldn't find it and we realized it had been stolen. Immediately his should dropped his head dropped and he cried into his hands. Gracie cried with him and sat with her arm around him in the stroller until he felt better.