Princess P is teaching us a new meaning of terrible twos. She is trying hard to claim her independence. She doesn’t want to nap anymore and will stubbornly sit in the bedroom for an hour or so before giving in and finally sleeping. She desperately wants to be grown up. I’m just trying to make it through the next two years with all of us in one piece. Yes I said two years, I think the best kept secret is that the only thing worse then having a two year old is having a three year old.
But, what is really getting to me is Monkey. I can’t believe how big he is getting. Like his sister, he too wants his independence. He, after two weeks of thinking about it, has decided that he wants to play t ball. I pulled up some videos for him on You Tube to watch and ended up crying thinking about how big he had gotten. Add on to that, he is reading, and in 6 months he will start kindergarten I’m a boo hoo mess. Seriously, wasn’t this kid just born yesterday? It doesn’t seem like that long ago that Big Daddy was a freaked out first time dad convinced every weird newborn thing meant something was wrong. Now we are all bopping around singing Hannah Montana lyrics and the theme song to Wizards of Waverly place.
I need some magic that will speed up the next two years with Princess P and slow the next two with Monkey down.
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During quiet time I like to sit and have a Diet Dr Pepper. Right before I lay Princess P down for her nap I pop a DDP in the freezer and about 30 minutes later I get it out. Well, yesterday, I decided to drink a cup of coffee instead and completely forgot to move my Diet Dr. Pepper to the fridge. Around 8 o’clock last night we heard a loud bang and couldn’t for the life of us figure out what the sound was. When Big Daddy went to the freezer later he opened it to this mess. The can ripped right in half, it was amazing. I had heard about cans exploding but had never seen it before.
