Sometimes Monkey is a hellion. And the terrible two tantrums are upon us with full force and brutality.
But other times? She is so sweet you get a cavity just looking at her!
Two nights ago I was reading to her before bed, and it was very important that she have Olivia (the Pig), Elmo, Taz (her Tasmanian devil), and Kitty (a kitty beanie baby) with her. In fact, she cried until M gave her each of these treasured friends to hold.
After a sniffle or two, she cheered up and starting hugging each of these four friends. And then, she asked me to give each of them a kiss. I have to admit, that pretending to plant a juicy kiss on Elmo, Olivia, et al made me giggle. But it was so sweet.
And now, lately, Monkey has started to use the word "pretty." When I put some leggings with lace around the ankles on her the other day? She pointed to the lace and said "pretty." Her favorite sippy cup (a vibrant jeweltone red) is also deemed pretty. Flowers are pretty.
Now, if I could just convince her that her pink and silver lame shoes weren't pretty, we'd be set...........
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