Turning Two

I am officially beginning the stage of my life wherein I am automatically catagorized and deemed to be "terrible". There can be no mistake, I may get close to the "terrible" boundary, truely test those "terrible" limits, but, as my Mummy will testify, rarely do I break on through. As I start this second year, you will hear me talking in complete sentences and you might see me indulge in the occassional episode of "Elmo's World". I may eat too much, too fast, want to sleep in the "Big Bed" at inconvenient times, think that purple shirts should be worn night and day - everyday - and have a thing for oversized sunglasses. I love my puppy "Quincy" and my pink blanket, I can sing the nursery standards, including, but not limited too: Old MacDonald's Farm; Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star; Baa Baa Black Sheep; The More We Get Together, and just for good measure, "Jacob and Sons" (the opening song sequence to Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat). I am a natural actress, an artist, and, according to my Dad, a potentially strong left winger. I enjoy reading about a young explorer named Dora and her great friend Boots. I can count to 10 in three languages. I give great hugs, and have a tendancy to kiss and tell people that I love them. And that's what they tell me right back.