The ugly truth...

Yes, life with Molly certainly sounds like wine and roses, wistful, halcyon days filled with fresh onesies and the scent of zinc oxide. Ah, but don't let the angelic sleeping face pictured elsewhere on this page seduce you into thinking she is all that and a tube of nipple cream! Allow me to introduce you to Molly's sordid grumpy side...



OH YES, this is Molly at 3am some morning near you when she decides that latching on is simply too pedestrian a method of obtaining nourishment.

We understand though...it's tough to get the hang of breathing and digesting and all the other new skills and reflexes that a newborn must endure. And, to her credit, her crying fits are relatively short and thrown with decent cause, so we are pretty lucky.

But in the interest of balanced editorial coverage, this photo had to be included...