It is all slowly coming back to me. I forgot about the "witching hour". It happens early evening where the baby cries and cries and cries and there is NOTHING you can do to console them. You change them, you feed them, you burp them, and carry them and they just want to cry on end!
What's better this time around is having a two year old that looks at the baby crying and either decides that moment to cause his own type of mischief or to look at the baby in disgust as if the crying is just beneath him, regardless of the fact that he will probably have his own crying fit when its time for bed.
I am not sure if being parents has made us love each other more because we had these beautiful babies, or need each other more to keep company during the cacophony that has become our lives.
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