Terrible & Terrific Twos . . .

My sweet, dear, loving, affectionate Willsey Bubsy. What happened? Lately you are having your moments. When I mean moments, I mean major catastrophic meltdowns.

You have always been the best baby and toddler. You always slept wonderfully, always listened, and overall just such a joy to be around.

Now I find myself counting the minutes until your daddy gets home. I hate that I am doing that. I also can't wait to get out and train my clients. You used to come with me for some but mommy needs a break.

I blame it on those darn two year molars. Ever since we started to see them coming in you have being mr. moody patooty. Sometimes you are mean and hit mommy when you get frustrated. Then you have to sit on the stairs for time out and kick and scream. But when it is all said and done you come over to me and kiss me and say, "wuv you mama." Which of course erases all the bad of that day.

Then there are some terrific moments too. You love to help mommy with the laundry. Your favorite part is to pour the soap in. You also like to help unload the dishwasher, which I totally love because that is the worst part! When I ask you to do something, you usually do. You have gotten good about putting toys away and helping mommy organize your books as well.

So baby, there are some good moments. But I cannot wait for these teeth to come in so I can have my sweetness back 24/7.

I guess I would be a little frustrated to if I had 4 two year molars coming in at one time too. So I will cut you some slack if you promise not to pull my hair, smack me, ignore me, and you must give me tons of kisses and hugs.