New Buddy...

I've got a new best friend. She's with me wherever I go. She's highly disorganized, a little dirty, but man, she's got a great sense of style. I call her "Giant Bag". She weighs almost as much as me and contains 15 million diapers. Bless her.

NO!

That word is getting on my nerves. Gracie has hit her two's a little early, and to say the very least, she is intense. Everything is a big deal. Everything. Whether I am telling her to take a nap or if she is asking for a fruit snack, the entire thing is so overly dramatic. She'll wail and moan. Her hands will wave above her head, she'll run around the room. If she is happy, the entire scene is accompanied by a high pitch happy yell. If she is mad, sad, or confused she'll keep shouting "NO".

I am happy that she is beginning to discover what she wants, needs and thinks she needs, but it will be nice when she is through this stage. When she finally realizes that no matter how much she persists and asks, that sometimes the answer is no. Unfortunately, it's lesson that has to relearned time and time again. I just want Gracie to realize that I mean business when I say she can't have any more cheese, and that she will think me later for my keen wisdom.

Alas...Just another day in my mom world, a wonderful, exhausting world that it is.