So Greg calls Aimee's late night freak-outs the "Midnight Woogie." She has just had an especially bad one and I am blogging to unwind. She screamed for over 2 hours, practically non-stop. I don't get it. Greg was at the batman movie (lucky) while I was home with Aimee. I could have gone... and been like all the annoying Utahns that bring their little children to the movies AND don't take them out when they cry and/or run around the theater. But that's another topic.
I know that raising children isn't going to get easier, but it kind of will, right? I keep reading that 6 weeks is the magic number and that somehow babies get their days and nights figured out. I'm not counting on it, but that would be nice.
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