I really do love them both equally, the same, more than anything in the world, but I have to say that interesting, funny, wittier-than-me, mostly-thoughtful-and-sweet-all-the-time Naomi is beating Bernadette by miles in the sweetest child department. It used to be the other way around, or maybe they just go through constant stages that I forget about because I stink.
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I genuinely wondered if someone came and abducted my once sweet,
good-sleeping, smiley, happy baby and replaced her with her worse, much angrier
bizarro version of herself. As I said, it is probably a stage and I am mostly trying
to laugh the constant screaming and 0 to 60 in under a second tantrums
off. But I am not going to lie, it is hard.