I couldn’t believe Rosemary was four months old already; it seemed to have flown past though neither of us could remember what we did before we had her. She was very sweet and rarely fussy, which made adapting to parenthood relatively easy.
After feeding her, she’d happily play on the ground while I got myself ready for the day. My twin brother, Peter had struggled when his daughter, Irina was born. She cried constantly, always needed held, and even now, she wants all the attention. I’d never tell my brother, but his wife, Elise has always been a handful herself, it makes sense their daughter would pick up that personality. We were college roommates, so I know from experience, but my brother has never dated a chill girl in his life, he definitely has a type.