Our TWO-year Old

So this morning was one of those mornings that moms just don't talk about. Nate had gotten up in the middle of the night just to talk to me. Why? I am really not sure. I wish I did know, then I could potentially rememdy the situation. He then got up at 6:10am and was so mad that I didn't want to talk to him in an animated conversation that he yelled loud enough that he woke Elin up. :(

Well, needless to say, by the time we were all dressed and ready for church we were all exhausted, and none of us were in the best of spirits. Elin, I will have to say, was the least happy about the entire situation. She in the past few weeks has turned into a full on - quite opinionated - little person. All evidences of baby are gone (except for her thumsucking at night). She knows what she wants and what she doesn't. The problem this am was that she wanted to wear her snap up floral shorty pj's to church. I might have figured out how to make it work - if they weren't covered in breakfast - which was yogurt with blackberries and raspberries. After attempting 4 outfits, and me seriously wondering if there really were gypsies to sell her too, we finally agreed on a dirty red shirt from the laundry and a skirt that sorta fits. We made it work thanks to the "pretties" Aunt Mary sent. So as to keep myself sane, I did what any good mom does in the thick of it - took pictures. :)

The room after the battle.

Seriously Mom - I am not talking to you.

After suggesting she smile about 20 times - I got a half smile.At least Nate was happy by then.