I have two children. Our little girl is 20 months and our son is 2 months. Yes, they are 18 months apart (well technically 18 months 1 hour and 12 minutes but who’s counting right?) Every day here is an adventure. Our girl is strong, determined, smart, and trying to have her first concussion prior to the age of two I think. On a daily basis there are things I must say out loud to this beautiful human that I never expected. Some of our favorites are currently:

1. Don’t force feed the dog pancakes (she prefers waffles!)
2. Do not climb on the counter…..or the table…..or a bookshelf…..in fact don’t climb on anything
3. Don’t dive off the couch and body slam the floor (maybe she has a future in the WWE?)
4. Don’t feed the cats (however, I now know one likes bacon for breakfast)
5. Please stop trying to injure yourself

The point of this all is that I talk a lot…..she listens…..she does what she wants anyways. I know her stubbornness will benefit her in the long run and her intelligence will too, but I pray that she will learn when to be still and listen. That has always been my worst ability. God has helped me realize that I cannot just strong arm my way through life, I need to yield and follow his lead versus always fighting for the path I think I want. Just as I know better for my children, he knows better for his. With that being said, wish me luck, she figured out how to take off/put on clothes so streaking through the house is sometimes a thing!