Fireworks and Food Fights

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As a child, my family's menu consisted
of two choices:  take it or leave it.  

~Buddy Hackett

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Living with a two year old makes life interesting nearly every day.  Living with another child who likes to draw every crucial incident that happens in your household makes it even more interesting.  Yes, I'm a little late in this post is daughter of the year #1 has so kindly posted it directly on the picture (she knows me well).  So, let's begin to recap what this summer has meant for my endless pursuit for mom of the year.  

To sum it up in one sentence, daughter of the year #1 no longer likes her sister and has asked many times when she will be "good" again.  While a precise date is not something I can supply, I do share her pain.  At least we're in the terrible twos together.  

I could go through what daughter of the year #1 has drawn above, but she captured the moment so precisely, it really needs no explanation.  It was the weekend.  Daughter of the year #2 loves Chinese noodles.  After making her a full plate of her favorite teriyaki noodles, she felt the need, in full on terrible two mode, to throw her noodles.  I was not in the room when it happened but let's just say the scream from daughter of the year #1 pretty much said it all.  

"Mom," she yelled, "she threw her noodles!  No thank you!!"

While I can appreciate she remembered her words she learned in daycare, I still find the catastrophe I walked in on to be amusing at best.  Noodles everywhere!!  Daughter of the year #1 extremely unhappy with her sister.  Daughter of the year #2 with that look on her face.  The one that is half a smile, half a tortured face knowing she's in so much trouble.  

What in the world possessed the drawing, I'll never know.  It shows daughter's of the year #1 and #2 at our dining room table from what appears to be an aerial view with the exception of our neighbors house drawn at the top as she sees it out the window.  Note the lovely statement recounting on the left what happened.  The best part is our angry faces, apparently the same faces we wore that day.  It's an amazing likeness.  

Yet, just 30 days later, she held her little sister's hand during the fireworks so as not to be scared.  At times, terrible twos isn't all that bad.  

I hope daughter of the year #1 continues to capture these moments in our life on paper.  Perhaps I've found the illustrator for my book?  

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