Oh, My Sweet Mary Clare…

Where are you?  Maybe I have been oblivious to the baby girl who morphed into a toddler over night, but for some reason it smacked me in the face yesterday afternoon.  Quite literally.  Mary Clare is a full-blown 2 1/2 year old.  Wow, do I remember saying to so many other “rookie” mothers, “Age three was WAY more difficult than age two for McCanless and me.”  (As if I had turned into a pro after living through McCanless’ third year.)  I don’t know if it is a girl thing or what, but they just gain so much independence and want to do everything “all by myself” and want their needs met immediately.   I thought it was an “only” child/first born/strong willed thing with McCanless.  Maybe it is just a three year old thing.  Nevertheless, it is here. Once again.  To say that Mary Clare is defiant right now would be a huge understatement.  She  wrinkles her face and nose, she grabs and shouts and throws, hits, bites,  and scratches when things don’t go her way.  Which happens to be quite often.  Up until last night, it was a bit comical, cute even.  I would laugh and pick her up proclaiming her my cute “little bossy one.”  Now, I realize the damage that that caused.  Yikes…

I guess I just better suck it up, put on my big girl panties and deal with her little “bossiness,” cute chubby cheeks and whispy, golden, flyaway locks and all.  It is high-time she started wearing her own big girl panties!  Wish me luck!

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