So, remember how I said I had the hang of parenting with my third child? Okay, well maybe I overstated that a tad bit. The truth is, I had kind of forgotten what it is like to have a two year old. This realization hits me at least once a day, and I find myself saying, "Is it really necessary for you to be two all day long?" Anyway, I'm trying to enjoy the moment more this go-round, so I am stopping to take pictures of messes that used to make me scream like a banchee.
This is just Tori making funny faces after dinner- she's really not that messy here. This is pretty much your average mealtime.

One of the most significant ways I have forgotten how to deal with a 2 year old is the reach factor. I forget (multiple times a week) that her reach increases every. single. day. I have to push things further and further back on the counter. And even if
I remember this fact, there is no guarantee that the older children remember. So during the course of
36 hours, Tori dumped a bottle of mouthwash on the floor, Daphne dumped about 3 lbs. of sugar on the floor, Isaac dumped 1/2 a gallon of milk down the side of the kitchen cabinets and onto the floor and then, Tori dumped an entire bottle of Miralax on the floor.

And then proceeded to skate around on it.

Since two years old is such a messy time,
every single day ends with:
A Bath!

Daddy is typically in charge of bath time, so he makes it a lot more fun and less business-like than Mommy. He wasn't cleaning the floor all day, so he usually has a little more patience for funny hairstyles and silly faces.

Good thing she's so cute!