...to my sweet, dear daughter? She has been replaced with a screaming, whining, moody monster. Presley had a little bug last week, ran a fever for a few days but nothing major. I'm hoping that her recent mood swings are a signal that she's still recovering. Otherwise, it means that we're entering the "terrible twos" prematurely.
I do recall that somewhere around this age, Reagan began hurling herself onto the floor in dramatic crying fits when she didn't get her way. Why is this the one area where my children had to be advanced?
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