I lub it!

The sparkly tree, her new hair bows, the crackers she keeps pulling out of the pantry; she lubs it all and says so with enthusiasm. I don't know why people call it the terrible two's. I even find the tantrums funny and entertaining. A mute button for the shrieking might be a slight improvement but only because it hurts my ears.

We've had a few tea parties already, a few wrestling matches with the boys and lots and lots of wonderful chats with the grown-ups. The days are flying by.