I feel like that old harry Enfield sketch of Kevin becoming a teenager only with a toddler!
My adorable bundle of snuggles now screams at me, hits me, falls back in rage if something doesn’t go her way (like a door to her toy house not closing because something is in the way - obviously moving it so the door will shut is out of the question)
Then five minutes later she’s cuddling me and smiling at me.
<wipes brow>
Here are the terrible twos, six months early. I’ll come through the other side eventually …