You are now almost 22 months old and I'm amazed at your brain capacity. You can say A-B-C-D in the sweetest voice. Sometimes you say the letters in your name, but mostly when I ask your name you say, "Asha-Anna." You love your transportation book and correctly point out each one fire engine - boat - plane - garbage truck. Saying "no" until you get to the correct vehicle and then making the appropriate sound.
This morning you kind of lost your marbles. You INSISTED on eating your yogurt "by self" so I took off your shirt so we wouldn't need an outfit change before 8 AM and you LOST IT. Crying, screaming, throwing. It was both amusing and sad all rolled into one. So, of course when I tried to put your shirt back on your little body you tantrumed even more. You followed me into the kitchen with your unbuttoned shirt and fist full of yogurt. Looking pathetic and slightly homeless.
You were quickly sedated with your nana (pacifier) and some Cheerios.
It's funny what sets you off.
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