Friday, September 16, 2011
what a girl wants.
My easy peasy 3rd baby cried for an hour tonight while the dada tried unsuccessfully to comfort her. He sent me a text:
Ingrid is in pain.
So I came home. I could hear her screams from the driveway. Her eyes were red. When I walked into the house she looked up, stopped crying and smiled. Well played, Pumpkin.