Mothers were supposed to know how to change a diaper, nurse without bleeding, and for heavens sake be able to calm their own child. My baby cried for three months straight.
My baby cried for three months straight.
She was barely 8 months old when I got pregnant with number two, which meant that her role became keeping baby brother in check. She still was our little princess, but was evolving into a mature little lady with a fierce independence that loved to...well...take charge. Quite frankly, that was fine with me. Call it birth order, call it personality, Sierra has always seemed older than she is. So responsible, so witty, and utterly devoted to her brothers. It doesn't hurt that she still thinks her mom is the coolest, either. We'll see how much longer that lasts. Sierra, the older you get, the more I'm realizing how little time we have left with you. A few short years and you'll be off into the world. You'll do great in all that you pursue, despite the fact that you've got your mothers big mouth and your fathers strong will. Or maybe because of that. In any case, you'll be gone before we know it, so we're living it up while we can.Happy Birthday, my little princess.