Tuesday, May 26, 2009


Holy sh*t. I have a toddler on my hands. I mean that in the sense that I now have a small person who is no longer content to play happily with toys or eat her dinner of whatever was on the menu. No, now she points, grunts and whines about seemingly everything, insists on eating my dinner even if it's what was already on her plate, arches her back to avoid getting in the carseat and generally demands attention only to reject it once I give it to her. It's going to be a long few years ahead, I can feel it.

On the other hand, with this new found independence and intellect comes an increasing awareness of what she does want. Like she likes to hand me a book and sit in my lap while we "read"/flip the pages. She likes to play in the bath water. She likes to sit in chairs of all shapes and sizes to turn around and smugly see what the view is like.

Andy is so desperate to play with Meg and she largely ignores him a lot of the time, much like he will do to her in a few years. It's nice to see what comes around, goes around.


  1. Oh, yes toddlerhood. And the lie of the expression "terrible two's." It's more like 18 months to 5 years, with the peak storminess around age 3, from my experience. Hang in there!!!!

  2. I just sort of noticed that Meg looks like she's had "one too many" in this picture!!! LOL Hmmm, does she take after you or Bjorn in that dept???