Techno Toddler

She’s my baby.  The last child I will ever birth.  She’s what I thought both my children would look like.  She was born red and bald and fat. I thought she was a boy and seeing her pulled out of me didn’t change that.  Her lady parts was so swollen they looked like balls. I kid you not.

She would crawl back up inside me if she could.  She was an easy baby, slept through the night at 2 months old.  She is a tough toddler.  She’s relentless when she wants something and will cry until I cave. She throws serious tantrums.  She refuses to be potty trained.

In her opinion her sister is the bee’s knees and is to be imitated often.  She loves babies and baby dolls.  Dora, the Explorer, is her everything.

She’s a lover and a snuggler.  When she’s tired she sleeps.  She hates shoes.  She loves being carried….by me and me alone.  She’s my climber and the more mischievous of the two.  I used to think she would be my easy child.  I’m not so sure about that anymore.

She can work the iPad, iPod, iPhone better than her 40+ year old father.


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