So it would seem my baby is no longer a baby. She is a havoc-wreaking, hellish toddler already… hiding things in drawers, pulling the house apart, constantly creating mess every where she turns and we are still a few days shy of 11 months. She drives me C.R.A.Z.Y some minutes/hours/days with her strong-headed independence (not to mention the hair-pulling, face scratching, dinosaur shrieking and mad-man yelling). But no matter how exhausted, and I tell you now I have never been so damn exhausted in my entire 27 years of life… no matter how frustrated, no matter how end-of-the-tether I feel, she seems to know just how far she can push me… and then she stops and cracks a funny. As if to say,It’s OK mama, I was just shitting you… You thought I was for reals? Nah… Peace out, I was just messing with ya.
I mean seriously, how could anyone be mad at her? She’s hysterical.
I love her to beyond words but I’m also SERIOUSLY glad that she is asleep right now….Just sayin’