You love wearing your tutu and waving your wand. One day you got up put a tutu over your pajamas and when I got you dressed for the day you chose a different tutu to go over your pants. It made it obvious to me you are simply not a baby anymore.
As for the terrible two’s, they are as true as the sky is blue. You can create a disastrous mess in a matter of seconds. The other day I was in the kitchen you were only a few steps away, I looked over and you had smashed your taco soup into the carpet. You were quite pleased with yourself. I guess it’s better than all the times you painted our furniture with your poop.
Right now your new trick is jumping. We say, “Milly how high can you jump?” You prep yourself with your arms swinging down to your knees then you jump as high as you can as your arms pop up over your head. You barley get off the ground, but I think to you, you are flying.