The most probable answer to this question is on top of me, holding on to my leg, or screaming and crying at my feet. Mostly from the two-year-old, let's be honest, but preschool has brought on the lovey-dovey side of my Quinny Cat so she, too, often wants to be in my arms when she is home. I'm not complaining, at least about the Quinn side of things.
But that two-year-old, SHE IS BEING SUCH A TWO YEAR OLD! She's been such a good baby and really an easy toddler so far but man alive she decided about a month ago to make up for lost time and is being the whiniest, cry-iest, neediest and temper tantrumest thing you ever did meet. Oh, and she bites. And throws things. Including the most epic fits that make me want to lock myself in the bathroom (ha, as if she'd leave me alone in there!) It's just a phase, I know, I've done this before. But just in case you were wondering? It doesn't actually make it much easier or enjoyable or less tiring. Plus, it's sadder somehow when the grumpy toddler was just the most angelic baby. I look at her when she's raging and think, who the heck are you girlfriend and what did you do with my Coco-bird?!
Anyway, if you need me, I'll just be over here crossing my fingers that this phase is short-lived...and probably holding a little girl while I'm at it.
They both wanted buns to match their Mama--although Quinny called it a messy bun and Cora called it a princess bun. Haha!
She took off her shoes and socks and nearly threw them out the window before falling asleep seconds before we arrived at T's orthodontist. Well played, little girl.
She was painting in the other room before showing up at my side and saying, "We work together!"
Rage hard, nap hard.
My lap almost every night at dinner, until one of them touches the other in the wrong way (or at all) and all heck brakes lose. Then it's off to bed, haha!
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