Tonight LLC had a bath-time/bed-time meltdown – the first real banshee-like display she has treated us to for awhile. She started with a whimper that escalated to a scream and then advanced to a Dr Evil-esque rasp alongside hiccup-like shrieks.
Once Chris and I managed to get her wriggling, arching body into her sleeping bag, she nursed with a desperate haste, finally quieter, chasing away her urgent frustration with every gulp that she swallowed. And then she popped off, looked at me and smiled. Mood over.
It’s been a busy week and a busy day so I think she was just exhausted. But now I am.
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