YEAR TWO

Well, the "terrible twos" are upon us. Fortunately the tantrums have been few and far between, as opposed to frequent and in close proximity. There was a mini one today. Whenever I so much as reach for the remote control, Shiloh devolves into a fit of panic, terrified she may miss DJ Lance doing something, anything. Yo Gabba Gabba is indeed her favorite. Hard for me to follow, with the aforementioned DJ parading around in that loud orange costume of his. And I could swear that his voice was dubbed in a similar way as Bruce Lee was dubbed in Chinese Connection. The wife had a friend sew a costume like Lance's, hat included. Shiloh was the epitome of cuteness trick or treating in this get up on Halloween. Much to my surprise, my grandson Will was also DJ Lance. As was a friends toddler, Marcel. Didn't realize Lance was so popular. But Shiloh has eased her way into the realm of two years old. She is pretty easy to put to bed. Long bath and a bedtime story does the job. Our fav of the moment is a Toni Morrison story about Peeny Peeny Butter. It is a little weird, with Nana doing some outlandish stuff on one of her visits. But in the end, everyone is all hugs and kisses. And isn't that the most important thing?...