Welp, It's Happening.

I'm hitting a wall.   It's not very often that that happens.

Correction.

It's not very often that I allow that to happen.

I am being overcome by an entity greater, stronger, more manipulative, and more cunning than even I.

This entity drains me of my physical energy, mental faculties, and patience.

This entity of which I speak is 2 1/2 years old.

I am 30 years old, and she, 30 months.

My kid is trying to overtake me.  Aaaaand she's well on her way to doing so.

I never could have comprehended that the blueberry-sized being I was carrying around with me everywhere I went 3 years ago from this very date, would gain such a personality.  I mean, I knew she'd have personality, I just never considered we'd be calling her Sybil.  It's impossible for a pregnant woman to wrap their mushy brain around that stuff.  Listen.  Pregnant women are just happy if they can catch a long enough nap when they get home from work to function somewhat-normally for the rest of the evening.  They're not contemplating their future-2 1/2-year-old's personality.  

ER has strong preferences, an enormous vocabulary, and fluency of (most of) the English language.  She's not napping regularly.  She sometimes needs directions repeated to her.  Over.  And over.  She yells at me.  She throws things.

What do I do?

Other than crying myself to sleep at night and ticking down the days until I find a boarding school that will fulfill her intellectual and creative needs?  At age 2 1/2?

I try to ignore the tantrums.  I have to say I'm very good at blocking things out to which I don't want to pay attention (*everyone that knows me very well nodding in unison*).  BUT, when it's in your house, in your face, for the 2nd or 3rd time in a day, it gets slightly tricky.  I can't lie and tell you all it's fine and it doesn't bother me.  It does, and I know it's a phase, but in the meantime...

Photo courtesy of someecards.com

As a tribute to my daughter's effervescent personality, I whipped up this brief video as a keepsake for her to commemorate our early days together.  Please, take a voyeuristic peek inside some of the best moments we've shared together as mother and daughter.  Millions more await us...and I am, seriously, literally, thrilled.  

I love this girl!  Being a mom is sooooo weird!  How can you be so pissed off at someone, yet, still adore every single thing they do?  If you were dating someone that acted like your toddler child, you'd dump them.  But your kid?  Nope.  Can't dump 'em.  Don't wanna dump 'em.  Just wanna love 'em more.  After you're done crying and researching boarding schools.