This is for my Sarah Beth. An account of her daily adventures and discoveries.

Looking back at the last year I'd have to say Sarah didn't really achieve maximum Terrible Twos levels.  She's making up for it now.  I have named it Tantrumriffic 3's.  I think it started when my mom came to visit and it's gotten worse.  My sweet, bright, witty little angel is a full-fledged brat.  It's driving me nuts and I'm losing patience fast.  I know it's bad because even dad is getting short with Sarah.  Every little thing seems to set her off.  First the whining, then crying, then screaming and then full on kicking and thrashing.  I wish this could have been a quirky little anedote about the latest Sarah adventure but, alas I must speak the truth and bring her off the pedestal for a bit.  She'll rise again, but in the mean time I'm going to go count to 10.