The day Brinley turned two, she also turned sour.
The formerly dreamy baby was gone and in her stead came a shrieking, hair-pulling, defiant little turd. She’s still totally cute, but she is TROUBLE.
Don’t get me wrong, there are still many moments of sweetness, but she has thrown off my parenting equilibrium. I used to be able to count on her being the good, easy one. But, no more!
She has also stopped napping.
Hold me.
Anyways, it’ll all be OK. Because this is the last time I have to endure an iron-willed toddler.
I love vasectomies.
the fact that you called her a turd just made my day! oh yes….the switch…but it’s so good when the switch back to awesomeness happens!
Evanie was a holy terror as a two year old. I instantly curl into the fetal position just thinking about it. It will pass. Somewhere down deep, Brinley is still a sweet human, she just might not surface very often for a while.
Ironed willed toddlers are awesome! As long as they are someone else’s 😉
She is a total cutie!
Enjoy that vasectomy, lady. #iamwithyou