Based on my last post I know it sounds like I should be three kinds of crazy. And it does test my mental limit to hear just how hard and how long one little baby can cry all day long. But what you should also know is that the other three kids have been all kinds of great. Aside from a little cabin fever with these sub zero temps we have had no problems with them. See? God really does only give you what you can handle.
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Yesterday I handed the baby over to William for two minutes so that I could run downstairs to change the laundry. When I came back upstairs I heard complete silence and immediately panicked. I thought perhaps he had accidentally killed the baby?! Why was it so quiet?!
"He fell asleep, Mom."
And there he was, tree-frogged against William's chest. Snoozing. I need to take some tips from the six-year-old.
And then, just as I grabbed my camera to take this shot, he popped open an eye as if to say, "I don't sleep for you, Lady, so don't get your hopes up."
I think he hates me.
"He fell asleep, Mom."
And there he was, tree-frogged against William's chest. Snoozing. I need to take some tips from the six-year-old.
And then, just as I grabbed my camera to take this shot, he popped open an eye as if to say, "I don't sleep for you, Lady, so don't get your hopes up."
I think he hates me.
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