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Yes, we are there. We hit the mine, mine, mine stage. 2.0's dirty diapers...mine poopoo, mine peepee. The monster's collar...mine coar. My glass of water...mine agua. My husband's bruise on his forehead...mine booboo. Everything is hers.

Not only that, but she has to do everything as well. At least for the first few seconds. Then it is "mommy hep, mommy hep, mommy hep, mommy hep, mommy hep" repeatedly. It doesn't matter if daddy is standing right next to her and I am half way across the house, it is always "mommy hep." Can you feel the love?

In all honesty, she is pretty awesome. Every day she learns something new and demonstrates how cool and smart and wonderful she is. Here is a perfect example. The girls we do the nanny share with have lots of dolls (they are 4) and the Gremlin loves playing with them. She started bringing one doll home, with the girls' permission of course. But for the weekend we said the baby had to stay at her home. This didn't sit well. Thankfully she is still easily distracted. But come Monday morning, we had to take two dolls with us. And when I went to pick her up in the evening, she was trying to barter. She wanted to leave one of her dolls in exchange for the baby. That is one smart cookie I tell you. Of course she got what she wanted. then proudly clomped off down the hall and out the front door, without ever looking back. Can we bottle that self confidence? It will come in handy in a few years, I'm sure.

And then there is 2.0. I don't know how we got so lucky. He is an angel, which makes life with the crazy one a little easier to manage. She was throwing an epic tantrum last night (she is getting her 2-year molars and she only took a 1 hour nap). Sliding down the walls, rolling on the floor, stopping feet, hyperventilating, snot oozing, the whole nine yards. And 2.0 just sat there looking up at me smiling away, chewing on Sofie. I said a silent prayer of thanks and crossed my fingers that it wasn't contagious. ;)

Here are a few photos from our weekish with Grandma and a few of my happy man (ironically he is wearing the same outfit in all the photos despite that they are different days).








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  1. AbbyAugust 21, 2012 at 9:38 AM

    He's greeting chunky! I love it! And she's so pretty in that stroller pic! Kisses all around!

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