Someone’s turning two

Maggie and Connor sitting in a swing, babbling

This piece is just rambling thoughts as a note, the cohesion got lost when someone called me and it went south afterward.

Maggie learned the “if mommy won’t allow it ask daddy,” trick over the past week. This has to do with the gobs of candy she’s been exposed to. She’s become an aficionado at spotting sweet stuff.

I wonder when exactly Easter became about dealing with a kid with a sour tummy due to grabbing anything colorful in reach and shoving it in their mouth. I mean it wasn’t like we were giving her candy, there were tables of it lined up. every time I looked there was a new chocolate stain or I was pulling a milk dud away from her. Like candy magically appeared.

She also was managing to sneak it… I believe we have candy-enabling friends who shall remain nameless who managed to sneak her some contraband at the point we’d cut her off from that sweet sweet supply.

Maggie’s real birthday is tomorrow, I’m seriously hoping there’s no more stuff that can’t fit on a shelf as we have no more floor space. We’re celebrating it on Sunday however as, well, that’s how we roll.

We’ve been trying to tell a barely verbal two year old that a dark Sith lord is brewing in her mother’s womb, but I think she’s a bit too young to understand that still. Maggie’s still very interested in babies, so hopefully she’ll remain so for a little bit.

The twos have hit with the “MINE!!!!” cries. The above video is her playing with a friend, then afterward he goes to a table completely full of candy and she melts down. Everything is hers. All of it. This sharing thing doesn’t suit her worldview well.

Paul King

Paul King lives in Nashville Tennessee with his wife, two daughters and cats. He writes for Pocketables, theITBaby, and is an IT consultant along with doing tech support for a film production company.