Took our not-so little two-year old to the water park for her birthday. She went up the stairs and down the slide so many times she couldn't see straight. Went it was time to leave, she went boneless and almost refused to let us change her into dry clothes.
The next day we had a family dinner complete with Sesame Street balloons and other decor. The Elmo cake was made by yours truly and was a red velvet cake to match Elmo, natch.
We tried as best we could to get Lyss to hold up two fingers for this picture, but she kept doing 1, 3 or 5. Typical 2-year old. They'll do anything but what you want them to do or they'll just wait until 5 minutes after you stop trying to get them to do it.
Her favorite gifts were her monkey cup from Aunt Mandy and a little baby doll from Grampa (aka "A-pa" or a-PA when she's not getting his attention fast enough.) She does not love water but will drink a whole lot of it if it's out of the monkey. The doll has a bottle and Lyss will hold it up and say, "Drink a bottle," in a sweet little sing-song voice over and over.
Hard to imagine how someone can be such a temper-throwing ball of fire one second and then sweeter than high fructose corn syrup the next. Makes me dizzy sometimes.
