It's terrible

The little munchkin, chronologically speaking, is not yet two years old, but developmentally she is very much there. I now understand where certain authors, such as Robert Louis Stevenson, who wrote Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and whoever the screenwriter was who wrote The Exorcist, get their material -- they had two-year-olds. Oh, the drama.

My daughter is very articulate, with a large vocabulary and her own distinct grammatical style. She has taken to making frequent proclamations about what is and isn't allowed in the world. There are many rules, and "people" must follow them. For example, "No people take milk baby's." "No people take giraffe baby's." "No people sing song ABC." This last rule only applies in the car, where no people, other than the baby, are allowed to make noise. We are not supposed to sing or play the radio, although we are allowed to talk. Did I mention that my daughter's getting kind of bossy?

She's also decided that she wants to choose her own clothes. I'll let you decide about her fashion sense. Personally, I kind of like the hat. Those pink shoes very popular of late. They've replaced the previous favorite, which were the puppy shoes.

I really like the way she is striving to control her world, even if it does mean bossiness, tantrums, appropriated possession, and death-defying climbing stunts. She is confident and forward-looking and ready to conquer the world.