OK, don’t let this super cute face fool you. She’s strong. She’s tough. She’s my crazy one. We all have one right? Lately, she doesn’t know her own strength. . she’s been breaking things, tearing books apart, hitting me and playfully kicking me when I’m changing her diaper (and sometimes it really hurts!). Hitting her daddy and sister in the face. By mistake, of course. I hope. Tonight, she broke her sister’s headband. . let’s hope P doesn’t realize the thin plastic pink Cinderella headband is no longer around. She snapped that thing in like 6 pieces.
She’s my wild one. My crazy one. My fearless one. My “I can (want to) ride a scooter all by myself even though I’m not even 2 yet” one. Anyone else have a crazy one? They keep us young, right?
Well, here’s to the crazy ones. . are we looking at the next Steve Jobs?