Mary’s newest word is “Hug.” This is accompanied by the sweetest embraces and slightly moist, delicate kisses. She is not frugal in the delivery of her affection, and I am frequently made to sigh, “Oh, I love this age.”
But then I will have the audacity to peel a banana, or to remove the stem from a strawberry – my only excuse, forgive me, is that she is incapable of peeling them herself and that she preferred me to take the green part off just yesterday – and her inconsolable fits of writhing and crying on the floor remind me how much “I hate this age.”
These toddlers are psychotic, aren't they? Penelope turns on a dime, one moment laughing, the next screeching, and then again giggling while she wipes the tears out of her eyes. Crazy.
im right there with ya!
LOL! Love this post!!