Our first few weeks home with baby sister were a breeze - easy peasy lemon squeezy (don't forget the mac 'n cheesy!)
Then I had to go and open my BIG mouth, and start bragging to the hubs about how I had this newborn malarkey down pat.
*sigh. Silly Momma!
The weeks of squirming, gassy, I-can-scream-like-a-banshee baby that followed this over-confident bluster, serves Momma right!
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| Please DON'T spew on my Moby! |
The moment where typical third (i.e. best behaved) baby evolved into the 'baddest' baby on the block (or at least in the Bisett household) was somewhere around day ten.
I'm not logging each day's events down in a journal or anything like that - remember, this is our THIRD baby - I just recall asking our pediatrician about it at her two week wellness check.
OK, I know. I've said this before; What Mother would refer to her own baby as the 'baddest'?
