Cybele is now officially two years old. Behaviorally she has been two for about the last five or six months but she likes to do things ahead of the curve so my 18 month old was frequently greeted with the reassuring words from strangers "don't worry she's just going through the terrible twos". But she's not two! Well now she is and after spending her birthday with her getting shots at the doctor, having her blood drawn (mean!) and then finally braving the Indiana State Fair, I think I understand why she acts the way she does. We clearly do not know how to entertain this little monster. She did not want to have deep fried pepsi (I am serious about that one and I don't know how it is done) and she thought the barking sheep was a dog, the doctor was not any fun and then after all that we made her have a nap. We are seriously the meanest parents ever. The good thing is we finished the night off in our typical style with a big dinner and lots of adoring adults. We had mac and cheese and black eyed pees and Cybele killed her dinner with karate.
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