They've started:

The temper tantrums.
And they are bad.
I definitely knew this day would come.
Because temper tantrums are an unavoidable gene.
Lucky for us we think it is quite cute.
(which I know may not last.)
But seriously she is a fireball, I'm telling ya.
During one of her naps I decided to do a little spying.
So I peeped my little eyes through the door and saw her holding her teddy bear all cute.
But don't let that fool ya.
Within a matter of seconds she had completely attacked it with her teeth.
She had the nose right in her mouth and crawled to the other side of the bed shaking it back and forth.
All while growling.
I am not even kidding.
She's like some sort of lion cub or something.
Well I just couldn't take it anymore and went into the room to give her a little squish.
The loveable not to hard kind.
Sometimes I just get the urge when she is being stinkin cute.
Which is pretty much all the time of course.
Anyway, I found that poor little teddy bear lying there with it's nose halfway ripped off.
(See below)
Needless to say, we've got ourselves a little temper tantrum thrower.
It might be a stage.
I hope.
But it's constant.
I will try and get it on video cause it is dang funny.
Especially the screams.
She knows exactly what she wants, where she wants to be and who she wants to be with
and when those things aren't what she wants the fits begin.
Poor little thing.
She always ends up getting what she wants though.
I can't help it.
Thank goodness she is the only one!