So very two.

We have entered a whole new ridiculous stage of Toddler with Brooke. Um, holy cow. I like to call it the "I don't want to" stage. In which she says "I don't want to" (or the equally annoying "I want to" when she isn't allowed to do something) 7400 times a day. My response to this is typically one of the following:
1. I don't care. (Very mature of me, I know.)
2. I didn't ask for your opinion.
Or sometimes it goes like this: B - "I don't want to go nigh-night!" Me - "And I don't want to listen to whining all day, but I have to." Or on that same note: B - "But I want to go outside." Me - "And I want a million dollars, but I'm not getting it." (Usually when I say this last one, she comes over and tries to hand me a pretend million dollars.)

We went through a solid week of straight up toddler insanity in which I may or may not have uttered the words "I don't think we're having any more children" once or twice to the husband. Homegirl was a mess with a capital OMG. Meltdowns with unknown causes, tantrums over the silliest things. It was a full week of just madness, so exhausting.

And then, as if God heard my cries of desperation, she flipped a switch and became a hilarious, polite little doll again. Sweet as pie. The husband came down after putting her to bed in one of these moods and said, "I like that Brooke. She listens, she's nice, she cooperates..."

It tends to be one Brooke or the other lately. And the nice Brooke is just heaven - so adorable, so affectionate, so much fun. She told the husband yesterday, "You're the best Daddy ever!", which was pretty awesome to hear. And I've heard "Mommy, you need a big hug" an awful lot lately. Oh and she's mastered giving kisses on the cheek and it's just to. die. for. Every time she does it, my ovaries twitch a little bit. Like, how dare I consider not making more of these.