you all are just A.maze.ing. I had no idea so many *ahem* lurkers would pop out of the woodwork with their awesome compliments and the heavy petting of my ego. I’ll be tripping out on myself for at least another day, which is pretty unheard of around these parts, where I am not the super mom/business woman/hottie that I assume I should be.
So, thanks. Again. Seriously. I heart you all.
In news of toddlerdom, it seems Isobel woke up yesterday morning with a bad case of the twos. I’ve been waiting for it ever since our doctor suggested shortly after her first birthday that she was starting early.
I mean, the biting and kicking, it all makes sense, now: I just hadn’t given into the wonderful marketing of the pull-up. If you were shopping with your mom, knowing she was going to take you home and make you lie on your back, like some sort of insect or something, while she defiled you by cleaning off the poop from your ass, wouldn’t you take a chomp or deliver a roundhouse to her temple, too?
But now I have a much better view of what the twos are going to mean for me. A better idea that I am so unprepared. Because the simple fact is this: I know I’m only getting a glimpse of it for these past two days, and already I’m researching Craigslist for the going rate I could get for her.
I really only thought her father had the ability to both hug me and ignore me, simultaneously. While yelling, “NO!” and throwing something at me. With drool flying to-and-fro and a smile on her face. Yes, my kid, she’s a multi-tasker.
