Leaving the single digits behind
By Complex Mom on May 05, 2014
The youngest is in the double digits and I am officially old. He is the one who was born screaming and continued to do so for one year and eighteen days, until my left eye twitched and most of my hair follicles gave up on trying to grow amongst the cortisol being released into my bloodstream 24 hours each day. I guess he got it all out of his system at a very young age, because now he is the happiest and most social of the three. . . .