Yesterday we ended up having an unexpected dinner out with a Dutch flight nurse (because, you know, those Northern Europeans take you by surprise sometimes). I packed up the baby and left without thinking much about it. She gurgled and dozed nicely through dinner. Then, as soon as the door of the apartment closed behind us she proceeded to scream like a mad creature off and on for nearly three hours. Oh, those growing lungs. At least she waited until we got home!
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