life and puppies

Heather once told me that, in her experience, each new phase with a kid is better than the last one. But I also know that there’s a debate among parents as to whether having a two-year-old is actually easier than a three-year-old. I’m currently in the Heather Camp, but oy vey is someone being a pistol lately. And I don’t mean AO. Or Phoebe.

Things Molly currently says too frequently, too loudly, too weirdly, or all three:

• “Stop talking!!”
• “Go faster!!” (whether we are in the car or, very annoyingly, when I was running a 5k recently and pushing her in the stroller).
• “I want a different dress!!”
• “I don’t want to go to bed!!”
• “I like this chicken, but not that chicken” when making the exact same gesture with her hands and there is no chicken in sight.
• “That’s too many arms” upon seeing a giant animated spider on the telly in an old Disney short.
• “MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
• “DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
• “Stop it, Phoebe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”