Dear Friends,
Just because the car seats are coated with Goldfish dust doesn’t mean you’re a failure as a mother.
Kimberly entered the world,
took one look around and let the rest of us know she was not impressed. She cried, fussed
and acted as if sleep was a complete waste of time. Everyone said she would calm down once she
turned 1.
Everyone was wrong.
On her first birthday, Kimberly threw a fit because I wouldn’t let her play with the knife I was using to cut up fruit for her party. Maybe fit is not the right word — more like a blind rage that would drive an experienced hostage negotiator to his knees.
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