You may wonder why the keys to my laptop are clicking rapidly before the Rooster has cleared his throat to crow. One word…teething. No not me, the toddler with the chubby chipmunk cheeks. Why don’t I remember the hell of teething from when I was a babysitter? And why did…
The Crazy Creole Mommy Chronicles
Tackling Mommyhood One Tantrum & Flareup at a Time