Troublesome toddler

Gone are the days of stillness and quiet, the days of new words and discoveries that boggle the mind. What I now have on my hand is a troublesome toddler. Parent or not you know those kids, the kind that people ooh and aah over at their puffy cheeks and silly antics. Those that wear mismatched clothes and create a scene in their every move, you snicker at their literal sarcasm and open banter, until they kick and scream for no reason. Hearing them say no more than they say yes and then EVERY person that witness' them in such disarray portrays "thank God that's not MINE!"

Oh sure from time to time my fireball reared the evil rebellious side. She can be like a firework, bright and beautiful putting a smile on your face. But in that same comparison if you stand too close to the explosion you are bound to get burned. These days the later is true more often than the former. Well alright about 50/50 but the negative seems to stick out like a sore thumb. Alas, I am covered in 2nd degree reminders of this stage.

She has taken to "steal" each of her siblings DS/DSI's and play them. Usually it isn't with the intent to harm but a deleted file and a backward game stuffed in tell how she is not ready for such. Heck, she even uses any means to reach said items no matter how high. First she used her horse to stand on, reach the counter and then lean to the candy jar on the fridge. Now she carries her princess stool most places for turning lights on or retrieving outlawed surprises.

 She also has a bottomless belly which will be fed. There is no safe storage spot or many locked doors that she can't jimmy. Yes all I suppose 10 years and 4 kids had to hit my pantry sooner or later.
Exploring physically is almost as fun as verbally too. It took #2 8 years to tell me I was mean, or really say anything negative to me in writing or to my face. This little sweet thing has let "Your mean mommy!" rip at least 3 times AND informed me, "I don't like you." Only to quickly revert to "I like you mommy," again. Funny I anticipated having a daughter would surely lend to slamming doors and words screamed back and forth in the height of teenage years not at 2!
Dear Lord grant me serenity for each and everyday ahead cause I think it will be a blood sweat and tears trek down a heavily traveled road for us all. Oh and don't forget about my husband walking along side not just drug behind the speeding truck. Thanks!