Little G and Little T

Little G is the best big boy. We love little G soooooo much. He is such a delight - so clever and full of laughter. His sister, little T, is not so fun. She cries a lot and at an ear-piercing pitch. I am sure I have scarred her for life. In fact, I think I did a pretty good job of messing her up well before her birthdate. Woe is me. Sometimes I think this is all a mistake. And yet my life has never been so full of love. The paradox of being a mother, hating it and loving it.