Bye-bye "BaBa", the terrible twos...and about that toddler bed

So, since Sass has been able to talk, I've been called "BaBa", for the child cannot say her "M's"...quite like myself at that age.  I loved being BaBa, it was ADORABLE.  I secretly hoped it would stick and she would always call me that...

Well, earlier this week, I hear this little pixie voice say, " Where's Mommy?"  There was no random British accent, so I knew it wasn't Emma.  I hear it again, "Mommy, where are you??"  ANd around the corner comes my littlest girl, smiling the biggest smile ever.  "There you are, Mommy!"  Are ya freaking kidding me?!  No more BABA???  I cried.  I know, I know, I've proven once again how pathetically sappy I am, but you all KNOW this, so get over it!  Well, I think I found something cuter than being called Baba...being called Mommy.  She says it SO cute.  I do have a video of her saying it, but I have yet to figure out how to post videos here, so you may just have to take my word for it.

It's still odd to hear her say it.  

Keeping with the Sara-themed entries...she has reached that "magical" time in a toddler's life where they go bat-shit crazy.  Yes, I'm talking about my favorite time, the WONDERFUL "terrible twos".  Girl is CRAZY.  She's hitting, and screaming, and fighting, and she argues, and she just has plan old 'tude.  SUCH a dramatic change for the normally sweet Sara Grace.  I've always called her "Sass", and now I know it was for good reason.  It was like someone turned on a switch and BOOM outrageous behavior.  I want my baby back.  Okay, alright, it's not that dramatic, she's still HER, just an amped up, out of control, bizarre version of herself.  Sass, one day you will read this, please know that even though you're crazed, I still can always tell you that I love you and mean it....as I'm hiding in the bathroom, sitting in fetal position as you bang on the door, screaming "MOMMY WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!" over and over and OVER again.  It's all good, sister.

It would be better if you'd sleep through the night, though.  At least I'd be rested enough to deal with your antics a bit better.  Yeah, so she goes to sleep in that blasted bed NO PROBLEM.  It's staying asleep and not screaming like someone is pulling out her eyelashes, one by one.  I'm sure the recent craptacular behavior is partially because of this transition, as well.  It's a lot of change, BIG change for such a little girl.  I just want her to get over it.  I know it takes time, been there, done that, got two t-shirts, but I'm tired *yawn*.

Oh my Sara Grace.  I love you.  I love the way you say Mommy.  I love your smile and those big brown eyes.  I love your laugh and the way you love to cuddle.  That will never stop...even though you make me hide in the bathroom...