She would have been an only child.

All the times I ever said that two year olds weren’t that bad. That three was MUCH worse than four. Even the occasional instance that I may have said I LIKED two year olds.

I take them alllll back.

In fact, if Savannah Grace had been the first, there is a very strong possibility that she would have been an only child. The oldest three girls were a cakewalk compared to #4. If I rolled up all their terrible two moments into one, that still would be less than Savannah. It was like someone flipped a switch, and turned on this heathen! Gone forever was my sweet, curly haired, blue eyed baby girl. Here for the last 6 months has been a screaming, whining, nonsensical child.

Instead of words, she makes this long drawn out “eeehhhhhhhhh” sound when she is mad, wants something, or is tired.

Instead of her big girl toddler bed, she chooses to crawl out of bed every.single.night to sleep underneath Olivia’s bed. Yes, UNDER.

Instead of eating food, she will refuse to eat, then cry for 45 minutes because she is hungry.

Instead of taking a drink when she is thirsty, she will throw herself down because her juice was in the wrong cup.

She throws her shoes out of the cart as we are walking through Target. EVERY TIME.

She screams like a banshee when her hair is washed.

She wakes up crying at two a.m., and then proceeds to wail for the next hour, reason unknown, and then promptly falls back asleep.

THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There was a little girl,
And she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
One day she went upstairs,
When her parents, unawares,
In the kitchen were occupied with meals,
And she stood upon her head
In her little trundle-bed,
And then began hooraying with her heels.
Her mother heard the noise,
And she thought it was the boys
A-playing at a combat in the attic;
But when she climbed the stair,
And found Jemima there,
She took and she did spank her most emphatic.

Sigh. I can’t resist her chubby cheek little grin though. And the way she knows every word to every Veggie Tales song and movie. She can sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star & her “ABCD’s” along with the best of them, incorporating pitch change. She’s a petite, adorable, tyrannical dictator, and I love her.

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