She’s reached the age where when mommy leaves, she throws a temper tantrum, a good long temper tantrum. Maybe I’m a boring grandma or something. Smaller tantrums whenever I say no and sometimes she tries my patience by doing all the things she shouldn’t.
And if it isn’t the tantrum, it’s head banging or throwing stuff.
But she has the cutest, most mischievous grin when she’s about to do something naughty like grab my glasses.
My memory must be failing me but I don’t remember my child being like that. No terrible twos or anything. She was a wonderful, well behaved child.
Cats are easier to care for, they love laying on me and getting skritches, head butts, petted. Playing with them is fun too. They do love their mousies and catnip.
*sigh*
I think I’m getting old.
