I'm not all snark and almost-cursing on this blog. Really. Sometimes life is so perfectly humbling and beautiful, even when things have been less than easy. My little man is in the throes of the "terrible twos". He's sassy, he's frequently defiant and difficult, but he's sweet and gentle and he LOVES so much. Watching his little mind soak up the world around him, find his groove, discover who he is and learn his alphabet is QUITE the adventure. Sometimes the seas are rough, but I'm keeping my boat afloat. And my littlest. A sweet little dream. And a tempest. She's learning the ropes on how to maneuver her way around her big brother. She's no shrinking violet around him, but when we're out, she's momma's girl. I can't say I don't LOVE having her sweet little hands balled up in my sweater, gripping the Ergo or wrapping her arms around my neck when she needs to feel secure. Don't worry, baby, we're not letting you go.
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