Most of our days are spent in a pleasant rhythm of laughter, cuddling, playing, learning, and the occasional meltdown. You are so damn cute that I usually don't mind the tantrums or difficult moments.
Every now and then (contrary to my own mother's reportedly blissful experience parenting a toddler) you make me nuts.
Easter Sunday, 2009, was one of those days.
The moment we stepped into church, you began screaming, "No go to church! No see Baby Jesus!" And the day went downhill from there.