I really do wonder how it is that Stella conveniently reaches behind her left ear and switches the lever from “Angry, volatile toddler” to “Adorable, docile toddler” each time we put her into an environment where anyone else is looking (at least, anyone who read this blog) . From the moment we arrived at our first destination she instantly transformed into the child that would be – making sure that all of my previous rantings made me look whiny and petulant. The diabolical nature of a 2-year-old never ceases to amaze me. It wasn’t until we tried doing a little bit of light shopping on the way out of the bay area – and safetly out of earshot of anyone who mattered – that she reached back on around and flipped the switch back. Evidenced by the gaudy, pink glitter christmas ornament we had to purchase at Pier One because someone hucked it to the floor in a fit of rage.
Category Archives: Photos
The photo evidence that will one day be our ruin.
What 2-year-olds do for fun on Friday nights.
Illegal in 17 states.
Note to all child welfare personnel: we did not put her there, she did this herself.
Our new camera: Capturing the insanity
Lately our days are pretty much guaranteed to be filled with the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. The frequency in which we have to tag-team through a project has become de riguer due to the fact that Stella has a way of making each of us (yes, even eternally patient Steve) reach the point where we are ready to turn in our parent card and send her back to the toddler factory – we’ll even pay the shipping. And if you think I am being dramatic for effect, you are very, very sadly mistaken. It has reached levels neither of us dreamed even existed. I won’t bore you with more details except to say that after a 20-minute, two-parent attempt to get her into her clothes this morning, Stella went to day care in nothing more than a shirt and a diaper (the rest of her outfit wadded in a ball and handed to Grani K as we came through the door).
Our new lives are defined by the following rules:
Nothing is simple.
Everything takes negotiation.
There is a quote that I have been told twice now; once from Anthony and once from my midwife:
“God makes them that cute so you don’t murder them.”
I am thinking of having a shirt made.
The outfit says Republican but the hair says Democrat
