Parker Takes on Two, With Spirit!

This a photo of how I found Parker napping a few days ago, she FINALLY passed out on the floor in our bedroom.

Parker, Parker, Parker. You are two, very much two. I've recently realized that the reason God makes toddlers so incredibly cute is so that we don't kill you, we're too busy admiring you - that is your beauty, your cunning, your willpower. You can be SO difficult, it's hard to even put into words. You can not stand to have anything not go exactly your way. For example, every morning you come into my room and wake me up, telling me to GET UP, if I take too long (longer than 6.2 seconds) you yell at me, pull blankets off and occasionally HIT me. I've tried ignoring you, trying to talk reasonably to you, threatening you, but I've learned that it's easiest to just jump up and head downstairs on demand. Of course you immediately turn on your 2 year old charm, grin, and insist that I carry you down the staircase. You are in fact a bully! I think that mostly you bully me, because for some reason in the last few weeks since your dad and I got back from vacation I'm having a terrible time hurting your feelings, I'm completely (mostly) wrapped around your finger. Not in the way we say we are with our sweet babies, where we still make them eat, and go to sleep, because we know it's best for them. I'm wrapped in a terrible way where I feel horrible telling you to go to bed, I will actually lay in your bed rubbing your hair, begging you to go to sleep, which is not at all the kind of mom I have ever been. When you get up hour on end, I find it terribly difficult to spank you to get back into your room. I let you sleep with your door open and with a light on, and I'll let you go on for hours. What is wrong with me! As soon as we got back you started telling me how you missed me, and that melted my heart, so you figured out to use it whenever you wanted to get to me, Mommy - I missue, I missue mommy (translates to - I miss you). Works every time. Ugh, I've got to put a stop to these manipulations, but oh how I love you sweetheart.