Good Lord. L is about 13 months old (there not being 30 days in February, we have to fudge a little bit). She used to be a sweet, mellow, easy-going child. But lately she’s turned into this wailing banshee girl, who cries at the drop of a hat and who’s preferred method of communication is screeching (if she’s mad) and shrieking (if she’s not). Wha happah? Where the hell did my little girl go?
When she was first born (and colicky) I would catch myself standing at the living room windows thinking, “When is her mom going to come and pick her up?!” and then realized that I’M the mommy. I haven’t done that in about 10 months, but yesterday, I found myself doing it again.
Thank God Grama is here. She thinks everything L does is freaking amazing. Go to it Grama. I’ll be upstairs, trying to keep my ears from bleeding.