Every day I am equal parts amazed at how much she can do, and annoyed that the Terrible Twos are full-on at our house.
While it took a while for Gizmo to get used to her little sister, she is now fiercely protective of her, and loves to make her laugh.
She has an extensive vocabulary and speaks very clearly for a two-year-old, and just tonight as we were painting her toenails she "reminded" me how much she does actually listen to me, and how I need to watch my language all the time.
Now that she's two, there are lots of changes at the house - Gizmo's been promoted to the "big table" and no longer is using her high chair; tomorrow morning we are going to try our first run at big girl panties; tomorrow night the "Nuk Fairy" is visiting to redistribute her Nuks to the new babies in the world, and hopefully bringing a toy. (I have no doubt the Nuk Fairy will deliver.)
While there are definitely times I need more patience and time to deal with my persistent toddler, no one makes me laugh harder, smile bigger, or give warmer hugs than my Giana. I'll take your "too much" any day. I love you, sweet girl. Happy Birthday.

