I remember the very moment my first-born transformed from cutesy baby to mercurial toddler. A few months pregnant, I was walking the sidewalks of our Pasadena neighborhood with my husband and our 14-month-old in her stroller. She started straining against the lap strap and insisting on getting out to walk. We insisted she stay in her stroller. She threw…
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