I am having a great big preview of my future lately.
They call it: the terrible twos - almost horrible threes.
I think it should be called...
the crazy, tiny, psychotic, angry, pre-pre-pre-teen.
There has been a lot of limit testing.
Screaming, running, hiding under the dining room table.
Stomping, door slamming, dirty looks.
On a really bad day...
and having "accidents" at nap time on purpose.
The funny thing...
when I am not super angry and I can laugh about it...
She doesn't lie.
She doesn't know what a lie is yet.
She is incredibly crazy and honest at the same time.
Why did you potty in your bed Eva?
Because I don't want to nap.
Eva, are you doing what I asked you to do?
Nope mommy, I am not listening to you right now.
Why are your feet wet?
Because I put them in the toilet.
Did you listen in school today?
Almost, sometimes I did.
So I will keep them here...