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.
Anyways, it’ll all be OK. Because this is the last time I have to endure an iron-willed toddler.
I love vasectomies.