Gianna's never been an ill-tempered child, or overly defiant, but since she turned about 13 months old she seemed to have formulated her own little daily agenda and my days started feeling long. REALLY long.
And as an added bonus to this phase has come a massive vocabulary explosion. I just discovered last week that she can count to ten (but won't do it on command.) She actually did it when I was trying to put her back down after a middle of the night wake-up call. (She can be so much fun during those times.)
Anyway, this lovely phase may only last another ten minutes, but you can bet I'm riding this wave all the way to the shore.
*** I don't know why I ever post these things. It seems like the second I do, she tries to make a liar out of me. She just ate part of a crayon....right in front of me and I didn't even notice until she opened her green little mouth.
And I'm not taking pictures for your viewing pleasure ~ because that might be a sign that this phase is ending. And it can't end. Not yet. Here's my new phase: denial.
And I'm embracing my denial, doggonit!
(I told you I was going to ride this wave til the end!)