This week my 17 month old daughter has begun to throw huge tantrums. This is new to her. I didn't know what to think of my usually sweet child hanging on to my legs with her face buried in between them, blubbering accompanied by the random screech and stomping of her feet. I was thinking "who took my child and I want her brought back pronto".
Of course, this is the weekend my darling husband took off on his annual "Boy's Trip" to Scottsdale, AZ. Fun in the sun which includes golfing, baseball, hanging with friends and drinking beer. I told him he was fortunate that he was there as I was not looking forward to the teenage years because I could barely get past 17 months right now.
I must say yesterday morning was rough, but the afternoon was better. Today is a mixed bag. I think my daughter has a keen intuition that she knows life is going to be changing. I have neurotically been peeing on sticks and low and behold....Miss M is going to be a big sister. I guess the only wine I will be having for the next 10 months is the whine of my precious Miss M.
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