My grizzly discovery

The grandmas are going to hate me for this. Sorry.

Yesterday and today Greta has been a wreck, a total wreck. She has been crying uncontrollably - absolutely miserable. She feeds then cries. She sleeps for fifteen minutes and then wakes up to cry. She belches, then cries. There's just no consoling her.
Of course, Eleanor and I are reasonable, intelligent people so naturally we asked ourselves why Greta would continue to cry so often. And now, after two plus weeks of observation I believe I have the answer . . . be forewarned, it's not pleasant.
It started out the night she was born. After the delivery when things had calmed down a bit, Greta was given her first bath by one of the nurses. She did not like it at all. At first she fussed and then the fusses turned to cries, then the cries to screams, and then, the screams turned into "ah-woos." That's right, early in the morning hours of Jan. 14, my daughter howled, "ah-woo, ah-woo, ah-woo." I thought it bizarre, but didn't pay much attention.
The second disturbing incident came later on the same day. That afternoon Eleanor and I were looking over the new baby and we made a shocking discovery. As we were admiring all the thick dark hair atop her precious head, we noticed a patch of ear hair! Yes, she has ear hair on both her ears. Not the kind that old men get that comes out of the ear canal, but hair, long hair, growing off the back of her ears. Naturally we were disturbed, but the nurses reassured us that it was fairly common for children to have ear hair when they are born. It falls out after a few months. Nevertheless, I was still a bit dismayed. My little girl, perfect in every way - has ear hair.
The clincher came last night and was confirmed tonight. Last night around seven I took out the garbage. Unlike most winter evenings I had no trouble finding my way around in the dark because last night and tonight there is a full moon. When I saw the lunar glow I instantly made the connection. I knew then and there why Greta was so fussy. It all made sense; the full moon, the "ah-woos," the ear hair. I had made a grizzly discovery - my daughter is a werewolf. She's an adorable and perfect werewolf, but a werewolf nonetheless. I have compiled some photographic comparisons below as evidence of my discovery. See for yourself.

You can only imagine the pain I'm experiencing not only because of Greta's condition, but because of the realization that I am . . . a weredad.