Most consider me pretty unlucky when it comes to my girls. They’re both very intense little people, strong personalities, huge opinions, and stubborn like both parents combined. When my youngest is crying, she often shuts her eyes tight and won’t take a breath for fear of you being able to break her rage with an interjected song or smile. My oldest is still a baby by many standards and is still working hard every day to master language. But boy, the way she can fake hysterics with such certainty and dramatic skill, I just know she’s destined for some type of artistic career. I spend a lot of my time around my crying babies, trying my best to figure out what it is that’s upsetting them so I can make it all better.
