Terrifying Twos

Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, can prepare you for when your child turns two. Just when you're getting confident that your sweet and easy baby is going to be a sweet and easy toddler BAM! The universe sets you straight. That reliable, easy sleeper, GONE. That good listener that follows simple directions, HA! A thing of the past. I can see now why so many people have kids right about two years apart. They got fooled into thinking that the hardest times were behind them and that they could handle a second. It's a good thing they didn't wait because we're past that window and I'm so grateful that I can love on other people's babies then hand them back over. There's no way I could handle Evie's crazy and a newborn. Evie is this scary mix of no fear and a high pain tolerance. It wouldn't surprise me if tomorrow I caught her trying to scale the wall to get downstairs. She's just plain nuts y'all.

All that said, I wouldn't change her personality in the slightest. She's brave and strong. She's goofy and giggly. She loves to blow kisses to everyone. She loves to give hugs, even though we're fighting their morphing into tackles. She sings "tinkle tinkle will tar" "a b c d o w y z" "e i e i doe" "hee zus wuv ee". She prays before every meal. She's got the best appetite, isn't afraid to try anything. She dances and claps along to any good beat. She is just so happy and NOTHING else matters after that.