She is two. And totally ticked about it.
I remember it happening in the final days of my pregnancy with Avelyn, this quieting of the spirit as I prepared for my life to change.
She woke up and before she had spoken a word, she barfed. Then she kept on barfing for the rest of the day. She was unable to keep even clear fluids down and was getting weaker by the hour.
One of the best things about being a parent is having to take generous licks of your child’s ice cream cone to keep the messy drips to a minimum.
It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
Things that have made me grimace this week:
1. I received a notice in the mail that my driver’s license was up for renewal which meant I had to go into the insurance office and have my picture taken.
In the birthday card my parents mailed to Avelyn, my dad wrote, “Being gifted means getting a 10-month head start on the terrible two’s.