It's happening. Aliens are taking over Lil' Sis's body.
Oh the sweetness.
She's throwing fits, sprawling out on the ground, tossing her food, telling me, "NO," not sleeping well, not taking naps, screaming at me, getting mad about not doing things herself and just downright grumpy.
I knew this was coming. I can't stop it. I have to go with it, reach in and dig out my coping mechanisms and brush up on my survival skills. I once read that a few months before they actually turn two is the peak of the terribleness. Seems to be true. Don't worry, we'll get through it. Lots of park days, lots of praying and lots of chocolate.
However when three comes along I'm building a bunker.
Yup. Still in that dress. Don't worry. It gets washed. Occasionally.