Poor Hubby, instead of being attacked by just one wily three year old the second he walks in the door from work, he is now being attacked by two wild indians who want nothing more than to wrestle with their Daddy.
Actually, Bram calls it, "battling" with Daddy. We can thank my brother, Bryan, for that lingo.
These days, Miss Tess is becoming quite the little ass kicker. No using kidd gloves with this tiny little Tinkerbell, no ma'am.
She actually will have a mini-tantrum if she isn't clothes- lined by her Daddy like her big brother is. Or if her body slam doesn't give her a little bounce, she will demand another one!
And don't turn your back on this mini beast when she is in "battling" mode, she will sneak up on you like a thief in the night, and next thing you know, "SHAZAM!" You are laid up with a tiny tot on top of you.
I called about ballet lessons yesterday, and unfortunately, she can't start until she is three. And potty trained.
And I realize she is wearing Halloween pjs in March. We are in a recession people and I am just keepin' it real!