My one and a half year old, my baby girl, my second and last child, is a toddler. She screams when she doesn’t get her way, pulls on the dog’s ears, eats little bites of kibble out of the dog’s bowl, steals her big brother’s stuffed Mickey Mouse (and laughs when he gets mad), and… Continue reading My Baby Isn’t a Baby Anymore & It ALMOST Makes Me Want a Third Child
