Last night Hazel threw an epic tantrum. Like a half hour of screaming. I tried everything. Ignoring. Sympathizing. When she hit me, I took away a toy. Then I said, “ok, Hazel, only good girls get to go Starbucks. If you keep yelling, I’m taking
50¢ is a small price to pay to get a solid minute of her million dollar smile on a day like today. Edit I wish it was just that. Margot is actually super mellow. Still early to tell if it’s personality, or a side
Margot is content to suck on her pacifier and stare out the window. Geoff and I aren’t sure if we should be grateful or concerned. Baby lethargy from jaundice or mellow baby. Hazel was never like this. I guess time will tell.
