We have never been able to let our kids cry for long. Surely tears are to be expected throughout childhood. But we never could seem to ignore them much. Maybe for fear of scarring our children with abandonment issues, or simply because the shrill screeching is so fucking annoying. Either way, wasn’t our cup of tea. So we snuggle. We rock. We talk about our feelings. We get frustrated and end up saying “I’m sorry” to a toddler more than I am proud to admit. So here we are, almost four years into this parenting gig and I have been #blessed with another child that loves middle of the night…