We thought we had a little angel when she first came home with us. She hardly ever cried, and she was hardly ever awake. She was the kind of baby a first-time-parent would hate to be up all night worrying about, but that a seasoned parent would know better than to care.
Recently, she has discovered what Rhett also discovered at a young age: For babies, it seems, sometimes crying a lot is just plain fun. Maybe she enjoy seeing the absolutely crazy things that her mommy and daddy attempt in order to placate her, and maybe she enjoys making each trick work only once – or occasionally making daddy think mommy is crazy by silencing herself immediately after he takes her from mommy, or to make her mommy think daddy is the devil by waking up and screaming the second mommy hands her to him. I’m not quite sure what it is, but she definitely seems to be enjoying herself.
