oh, the twos.

I have one, demanding and loud two year old on my hands.  She made this transformation into the infamous terrible twos like...yesterday?  There have been glimpses of attitude here and there, but all of a sudden, she has started acting like she's about thirteen.  Only she screams with these ear-piercing shrill volumes that make me want to rip my hair out.

The outright defiance is frustrating, but I know she's testing limits.  Yesterday, I had to put her to bed at 9:00 after I found half a roll of toilet paper crammed in the toilet.  I'm afraid I'll be completely gray (or bald) by thirty.

Most of the time, she is a sweetheart and so fun to be around.  Her personality is such a fun one.  She has gotten extremely vocal about how she is feeling (I am MAD!) and she gives excuses to avoid doing things, albeit horrible ones.  Lately, these excuses have been responses like Because... or I'm scared.

I nearly died laughing the other night after she sincerely told me, "You my best friend, Mom."  Seriously?  Where does she gather this?  I certainly don't walk around talking about best friends, and I don't believe she's been hanging around any elementary children whose lives revolve around their best friend.

 One of my favorite things she does with Jimmy is talking about how much she loves him.  Somewhere along the way, "I love you too" was translated to "I love you two" in her little mind.  So she and Jimmy go back and forth with various amounts of love.  I love you two.  I love you four.  I love you six.  I love you nine.


Also?  This kid can navigate the iPhones and iPads like nobody's business.  I think she has a better handle on the technology than I do.  I'm sure that will be a theme for years to come.

Jimmy came to me earlier today and said we had one large mouse problem.  He found two bagels that had been eaten all around the perimeter and laid aside in the pantry.  Guess who the mouse is:

The thirty pound toddler who takes complete advantage of my inability to get up at various times in the day.