First it was the disdain with my choice of her shoes this morning.
Then disaster struck and she needed her "lips-sad-lips" (Icie speak for chapstick).
And finally she was over the picture taking.
long sleeve t * gymboree; short sleeve t * children's place; jeans * target; shoes * vans; bow *piggy's place
I enjoyed a weekend in Pittsburgh attending a wedding shower for my oldest friend and (gulp) becoming a landlord for the first time. It's just my little brother and a couple of his friends for the summer in our Pittsburgh house, but I am brimming with anxiety of the whole new set of responsibilities that it all brings. I came home to a super sweet, lovely, adorable toddler wielding a cupful of handpicked flowers. Arms outstretched, sweet kisses and hugs and shrieks of "Mommy you're back!". It was delightful and my heart overflowed. Then, this morning as though I had never been gone, and the excitement of my return completely lost from her memory, terrible two Icie has returned full forced. I missed her. I even missed the shrieks and screams that have become the back drop of my typing right now as she sits in time out for her latest transgression.