I don't know whether its teeth, or just the age of independence, but parenting Magnolia these days, weeks, has been very hard. She just turned 18 months old, and while the joy she brings to us gets better and better, sometimes we go through a phase that is so hard that it brings me to tears and we are smack in the middle of one. This usually results in me crying a bit, putting Magnolia in her crib for some much needed mother breaks to regroup, eat, drink, hydrate and prepare for the next round. And whining to my husband about moving back to Michigan where our families can help out. This is a constant for me, I love Colorado so much, but raising a child without help from family is not easy.