You're okay.

One of my most used phrases.

Avery, you're okay (even though you can't get the blanket on your head).

Madison, you're okay (even though you lost your balance and fell on your well cushioned butt).

Dayton, you're okay (even though you're sitting on the couch where you climbed youself).

Being a baby is so rough.  :P

The "You're okay" and "Why is (the baby) crying" blogs may seem mean, but they are self preservation techniques.  If I get worked up about every little thing that they do, our days would implode.

Everyone is happy for a moment now, drinking their water...  For a moment...