The Other One.
Cook took Dutch to a birthday party yesterday, and when asked where the rest of his family was, could not remember Skipper's name. He referred to her as "the other one." Poor kid. Because we didn't know her name until she was born, we didn't practice like we did with Dutch, and we keep either forgetting her name or calling her by Dutch's name. I feel like Poppy Bush.
Anyway, The Other One has stopped being a newborn (and she's 4 weeks old today!). She cries a LOT, particularly in the classic baby crying timeslot in the evening, just when we're trying to make dinner, prepare for the next day, and avoid playing princess games. She's all farty and angry... she still seems more mellow than The First One, but she's not happy about her situation. As my dad said* when I talked to him about it, "the honeymoon is over, huh?"
* with the glee you might expect from somebody whose kids are all grown up and can only whine to him over the phone.
Anyway, The Other One has stopped being a newborn (and she's 4 weeks old today!). She cries a LOT, particularly in the classic baby crying timeslot in the evening, just when we're trying to make dinner, prepare for the next day, and avoid playing princess games. She's all farty and angry... she still seems more mellow than The First One, but she's not happy about her situation. As my dad said* when I talked to him about it, "the honeymoon is over, huh?"
* with the glee you might expect from somebody whose kids are all grown up and can only whine to him over the phone.
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