Rosie is such a good baby. But one night, when Marc was working late on a movie set and I was with Charlie and Rosie, something upset her. She was not happy. Not happy at all.
And none of the usual tricks worked.
She got madder and madder. And redder and redder.
Finally, after some rockin' and some nursin', she stopped crying. But I am guessing the tongue stuck out at me still means I did something wrong. I guess she is prepping me for the teenage years.