When I was pregnant with Alyssa, and then oohing and aahing over my perfectly behaved little six month old baby girl, and then my chubby, wobbly one year old, I kept hearing, “Just you wait until she’s two! That’s when the fun starts”.
Two came and went. A little spunkier, definitely busier, but still sweet as pie was my Alyssa.
Three? Well, we’re five months away from Alyssa’s fourth birthday, and I think the terrible two’s have finally arrived. For the last month I have been putting up with one mouthy, stubborn, defiant little girl from morning until night. This week I’m reaching my breaking point. Thank god my husband’s vacation starts as of Thursday night, and he’ll be here to help buffer, and to give me an escape!
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Name: Alyssa
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