The terrible twos

So personally... i don't think my Terrible Twos are all that terrible. 

Sure.  I go through weeks where all I do is whine, cry, and throw myself on the floor tantrum-ing over nothing.   Sometimes my tantrums will last 30 minutes.  Sometimes I can't decide what I want. And so I just say "No" over and over....

And then there was about 2-3 weeks where I picked at my food. "What's inside?" I asked Mommy when she gave me these Zucchini Carrott Muffins.

 I knew what was inside.  I could SEE the orange bits of carrots.  I KNEW they were in there. 

But I just wanted to hear her say it.  COME ON MOMMY, WHATS INSIDE THIS MUFFIN!!!!! JUST SAY IT!!!!

But when I'm not in a bad mood, I am actually quite pleasant and sweet to be around.

In other news, I love my Ukelele.  Thanks to the Tam-Hungs and the Lams!

I also love my brother. Thanks to Mommy and Daddy!  Even if he tends to smack me in the face. 

And I love my drumset! Thanks to Gogo and Popo who bought the gift as a proxy for my uncles, Peter and Allen!

And I love bread. 

and Mommy!

Other things I love right now are:

My white bear bear.

My soft blue blankie

My puppy. 

Blue socks.

Balloons.

My shirts with googly eyes.

My Black New Balance sneakers from Popo.

I love eating bread, cheese, muffins, pancakes, yogurt, and cottage cheese. 

I love playing with trucks, trains, firetrucks. 

I love all my Eric Carle books!

I love watching Ni Hao Kailan, Daniel Tigers' Neighborhood, Thomas and Friends, and Superwhy on Netflix!

Mommy and Daddy had some friends over for a BBQ the other weekend.  And this little girl let me play with her Optimus Prime Robot!!! SO COOL!!!

I carried it everywhere!

Not sure what I was so excited about here....

That little girl whose robot I "borrowed" is named Kiera.  She is three. She and I disagreed on where to lay the tracks for the train. Clearly I was right. But she had better verbal skills than I did.

She wanted to play ball. I kind of did too. But then I decided to throw a temper tantrum for no reason instead.    Here I am just about to embark on a tantrum. You can kind of see it in my face.

My teachers told Mommy and Daddy that they contemplated moving me up a class because intellectually I am way ahead of everyone in my class.  But they probably won't because emotionally I'm still a two year old. Wahhhh!