2 Years OLD!

That afternoon nap I think I'll be skipping,

My books? The pages lately I've been ripping.

Independence I'm constantly fighting for,

And if I don't get it, I'll throw a fit on the floor.

Purses and totes and bags I carry everywhere,

Stuffed with dolls, toys, maybe mom's underwear.

2 Years OLD!

I can eat with a fork, but prefer to use my hands,

And  it seems I only want to eat when out with mom running errands.

I drink milk and juice, occasionally get dad's soda pop,

And devour it to the last drop.

I'm ready to try all kinds of foods to see how they taste,

But usually I'm too busy to eat, and push it away in typical toddler haste.

2 Years OLD!

The potty seems neat to me,

And sometimes I even use it to pee.

The house is always a disaster area, to mom and dad's dismay,

But that's just how I like to play!

My wardrobe, I've discovered has a personality,

Socks on my hands, shoes on the wrong feet, it's all the style for me.

2 Years OLD!

I'm ready to play at the park with the older kids,

But still figuring out locks, car doors, candy wrappers and cup lids.

Everything I see is MINE! MINE!

Sharing makes me want to whine.

Watch me run, when I take off I'm pretty fast,

Mom and dad wonder how long all this will last.

2 years OLD!

I'm non-stop energy, from early morning until well into the night,

I am interested in this and that, everything in sight.

When bedtime finally comes, I fight endlessly,

All the while my eyelids falling heavily.

Sleeping with the sheets kicked away,

I look like an angel, dreaming of a new day's play.