Age 2 sucks...

So funny Tim and I used to go on and on and on about how much we were enjoying Taylor.  Once she hit about 15 months is when we started talking about more kids and we were just loving the age she was.  She was a sponge, would absorb everything.  She was learning so much...walking, talking...you know, all the fun stuff.  And she really was such a well-behaved little girl.

Fast forward 8 months....

The devil has taken my good child and replaced her with a kid who's whiney, ornery, and just flat out a brat!

(Okay, this picture is a few months old, but it shows the face I've been looking at for the last week!)

Ugh.  Today, we attended noon mass cause Tim was leaving town at 5ish to head to NY til Thursday.  I knew it would be a disaster and anticipated a meltdown or two.  Something about church during prime lunch/nap time does not cut it for Taylor.  But oh man, the meltdowns we got were way worse than anticipated. 

And the last few weeks in general have just been....ugh. I know, I know I love my kid. I really do and I treasure every moment I get with her, I really do. But holy crap this "terrible two" crap is so taxing on my patience right now. 

Being pregnant, nauseaus, and fatigued + Taylor's tantrums = kill me now.