I was upstairs in the bedroom, changing Alice's wee, infant diaper. I wasn't doing it fast enough (apparently), so she started crying at me. You know: that tiny, tin-can cry that newborns have.
I didn't realize Jane had followed us up and was standing behind me. She was not happy with the sounds our until-recently silent baby was making.
Jane: Loud! Loud!
2 comments:
Dear Santa
Please bring me a portable white noise machine.
Love,
Jane
P.S. The cookies are wheat and egg-free because my mom knew about your stomach problems.
I'd like one of those machines.
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