Oh baby girl. You're two.
You ate filled with wonder "what will happen if I put salt in the dogs food bowl or the dogs food on the ground or my peas or soggy cereal on the table? Does my sandwich taste better deconstructed?" You want to get into everything...especially the toilet and outside. You've locked yourself in my room, gotten into drawers to retrieve sharp objects, you run from me every chance you get and you have to get out of the car by yourself.
You are so determined and feisty and independent.
You know your ABCs, but refuse to sing them. You CAN count to about fifteen, instead you always say 1,2,3,10. You have an agenda all your own.
You love cars and trucks and tractors and lawnmowers and purses and sunglasses and Pretty dresses and special hair things. You love back rubs and snuggles on the couch "tuggle couch" anytime it is time for bed. You still want to drink as gallon of milk a day but we'll eat darn near anything healthy I put in front of you. You're a peach of a girl and I love learning you.
Thank you for picking me to challenge and love for all of our lives.
Your the best girl for me :)
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