My pregnant life with two toddlers is a basic cable reality show. My “new to toddlerhood” 19 month old answers “No! Not!” to every question. My “old hat” experienced toddler has more subtle and clever ways to manipulate, but even he can pull out a spectacular tantrum when the time comes. Maisy’s mess making is random but devastating. Owen’s is more intentional, but just as much of a pain to clean up. Together they are a superhuman pair of chaos. To quote Parks and Rec this week, “The three of them just collided and broke everything you own.”
Maisy is crying because
I made her put on pants.
Whenever I change her diaper she yells “HELP! HELP!” and I can’t help thinking: