This post is sponsored by Happy Family Yogurt but the content and opinions expressed are my own.
Edith has never been the happiest baby in the world, despite her appearance in pictures. She's very... particular. She likes to be held all the time. But only facing outward. She likes to read books. But SHE has to be the one to turn pages, throwing the book to the floor when she's done (and screaming for you to pick it up again). The list could go on and on.
A couple of months ago, though, she turned even grumpier. I didn't think it was possible.
No teeth on the horizon, her sleep was about the same as usual (meaning, still bad), and she wasn't on the verge of any new milestones (unless you count the walking she refuses to even attempt, despite being capable).
Ah, though, every time she needed to go #2?
TRAGEDY.
A couple of months ago, though, she turned even grumpier. I didn't think it was possible.
No teeth on the horizon, her sleep was about the same as usual (meaning, still bad), and she wasn't on the verge of any new milestones (unless you count the walking she refuses to even attempt, despite being capable).
Ah, though, every time she needed to go #2?
TRAGEDY.





