Being Two

Being two must be hard. That's the conclusion I made recently, when thinking about how much time Piper spends crying. The tears come for a variety of reasons, some perfectly clear, and some leaving me scratching my head. There's the obvious "someone (cough*Isaac*cough) took my toy" and "I want my blanket" and "you're supposed to carry me (even though I have two perfectly good feet)". I remember what this fit was about; Piper was putting stickers all over her shirt and I wanted to take a picture. As you can see, she didn't want me to take a picture!

The reason for this fit eludes me. I do feel kinda bad for snapping pictures while she's crying, but it's just so cute. And for some crazy reason, I want to remember this time in her life, when she spent a good portion of time having fits.