1 1/2 = Terrible Two's

Wow. We have hit a rough patch. When you get frustrated you get mad. And you throw stuff. And sometimes you pinch me. But mostly you throw EVERYTHING. I know it's because you can't fully express yourself yet ... and because you don't like when I say no. We are both very stubborn. Your last tantrum was Saturday evening when we were leaving Karis' house and you wanted to stay and push her little stroller around. (Note to self: Buy Milo a stroller.)