Terrible Two's Come Early

OK, so maybe Grace is not two just yet but she is sure showing signs of the famous "terrible two's".
Everything is hers or as she would put it "MINE".
Words cannot explain the look on her face when she doesn't get her way. Picture a low brow line and big pout lips.

Despite the signs of the "terrible two's" I love this little girl.

I love that she sees her dad wearing his coaching clothes and yells out "football".

I love that she thinks anything black and square shape is a telephone and then talks to it. This past weekend we made our usual trip to the library to look for books on pooping in the toilet, moving into a toddler bed and of course Elmo. While we were there Grace saw older kids using the computers. So Grace climbed up into a seat and pretended to type and talked into the mouse like it was a telephone.

I love that Grace is always asking us "Whats That?" to everything. She looks at my large stomach with her head tilted to the side and says "Whats That?" then I tell her that is wear the baby is growing. She often times pauses and then ask me again "Whats That?".

I love that Grace can be talked into anything if you guarantee her that she will see horses or get some juice.

I love that Grace likes to wear her Tu Tu around the house.

I love that when Grace is naked she likes to show it all off and run a few laps around the house before getting into the tub.

I could go on and on why I love Grace, but most of all the reasons I love Grace is because she in mine.