My Daughter, The Con Artist
14
Oct
We had trouble putting Emily to bed last night. She got her usual pre-bedtime bath. Bottle. Burp. But at the end of this routine, her eyelids didn’t go droopy. Her arms didn’t go limp. Instead, she just fussed and fussed and fussed. Eventually, I took her upstairs anyway, at which point I fully expected her […]