that's what I get for bragging

It's almost as if the fates read my post about what a sweetie snuggler this girl is. As soon as I clicked "publish post", the wind changed, the moon turned blue, pigs flew and my baby turned into Cybill. This has been her state ever since. A lot of crying. A lot of screaming. A lot of misery. I presume it's because she's teething, but it could be just a dose of good ol' fashioned humility for mama.

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Whatever the reason, I feel sufficiently humbled (and by humble I mean, frazzled, crazed and in need of a good set of earplugs) now, could the winds change back, the moon, the pigs and Cybill return to their former state?

My ears and my sanity thank you.

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Ha, ha!

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You know she is crying cause you keep giving her that boy sippy cup.

**KT

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