Birthday girl

You know I need to write a birthday blurb to Mallory about what a gift she is... but not right now. Today, she spent two hours in her room when she should have been napping, kicking the door and screaming at me that she wanted to go to Gramma and Grampa's house (where I had made the mistake of telling her we'd be going for dinner as soon as she woke up).




<'sarcasm'>Welcome, Terrible Twos. I'm so glad you've found us. And your timing is impeccable. <'/sarcasm'>

(Here she is, pouting, before we actually did head out the door.)