Julia was born a cry baby. The best way to sum up her first four months of life is: She cried. A lot. Our family quickly adopted the phrase “There’s no crying in baseball“, but Julia never listened. Hannah was completely opposite. She would cry, but for good reason; hunger, sleepiness, poopy diaper, etc.

Then about 3 months ago, something changed. Hannah would cry because I put her down. She’d cry because she didn’t like her situation. She’d cry just to cry.

I’ve read all over the internet (and do believe) that crying is a baby/young child’s only real form of communication. That being the case – my children love to communicate. All. The. Time. Like at 5 am. Or in the afternoon, because I’m unpacking boxes and had the audacity to sit next to Hannah and not actually hold Hannah. Cruel, cruel mom.

Since learning to talk, Julia’s actually gotten better about not crying so much. I said better, not stopped. The water works still come. Daily. Sometimes hourly (or even by the minute). But it’s getting better. As for Hannah, I’m blaming the influence of Julia on her water works. After all, when she sees it happening all day, she’s bound to learn to do the same. Ok, maybe it’s not fair to fully blame her crying on Julia. Perhaps it’s just severe separation anxiety. Because we all know, I must be abandoning her when I set her down, in front of me, to use the restroom.

I know it’s only a season and things will change. I remind myself how awesome it is to be able to stay at home with both girls and to be the biggest influence in their lives. I do love and enjoy being with them. It’s just sometimes I wish there was a little less “communication” going on.