As I've mentioned before, the Orclette cried the first 3-4 months of her life. And right now I'd describe her as "strong-willed," "determined," "pushes boundaries." And so on. And at the same time she's usually cheerful and adorable. Which was done on purpose by God, I'm sure, because otherwise she'd have been shipped off to grandma's house by now :D (a threat my mom used on us for years. It worked: at Grandma's house we had to help muck out the horse stalls ;)
And nowadays I read several "mommy" blogs. And I am not being critical. But they'll describe their mornings and they'll mention dealing with all of it before coffee. Because of crying children. And that's one of the worst (i.e. heartbreaking) sounds in the world (unless you are the Orclette and 2 1/2. You can wait). You want to stop the crying, fulfill whatever it is they need.
But that's where I thank the Orclette.
I could not stop her crying (daddy could). All I could do was hold her while she cried. Thus I developed a tolerance for baby cries. I have no problems putting Miniorc down for two minutes while I make my coffee. Even if he's screaming bloody murder. Because I will be holding/feeding him for the next hour at least. The Orclette can wait because she's over the age of 2 and it's never too early to start learning patience (ok, when you're not yet 1 maybe that's too early ... ).
So thankyou, Orclette. Your crying those first few months means I'm one of the fortunate mothers who gets her coffee before wading into the fray.