Imagine this, but louder and more pissed. At 2 am. God must have looked at me and said, “Oh you want a daughter?? Ha!! Here ya go. Good luck, asshole!” Ok, God probably doesn’t use a word such as asshole, but that’s what I feel like sometimes when a baby is threatening my eardrums. My father in law thought some one was being murdered in the street when Chloe let loose from the other room. LITERALLY. I’m not trying to be funny here.
Hang in til 2:30. You’ll get a taste. Anyone want to watch her over night?? No?? Ya, me either.