Like most kids, my two definitely had their witching hours as babies. That no man's zone in between afternoon nap and dinner of inconsolable and inexplicable crankiness. Not fun. But oh man how the tables have turned. Nowadays between about 3:30 p.m. and 5:00 p.m., I can almost feel my skin take on a greenish tinge, my chin get a little pointier, and my voice sound a lot cacklier. Does this happen to anyone else, where all of a sudden the slightest utterance of the word "mommy" can start your skin a-crawling and make you wish you were anywhere else but here??? I think Snook is on to me and is slowly but surely starting to steer clear of me during my witching hour. Or kiss me, which kills me. Poor Bubs on the other hand still chooses to play with fire every now and then ("Go play!" "Mommy needs a break!" "You're still supposed to be napping!" "No, I don't want to play baseball!"). Luckily the mood passes, we all get through it, and we're off to see the wizard once again. But oh man do I feel sorry for my poor little munchkins. Fingers crossed this phase passes quickly and they forgive my wicked ways.
P.S. Isn't that still one of the scariest faces you've ever seen?