"M" is for Maid

 My babe has officially hit the terrible two's, here are just a few of Kings reigning moments this last week.
1)While I was cleaning  picking up the rest of the house this morning, he was quietly "playing" in Roe's room.
2)Im pretty sure at least one of his bottom teeth are going to fall out from knocking them on our chair
3) He wrote all over our couch that I have yet to folex out
4) He has added my tummy to his favorites along with my big arm.

We left everything a big fat mess, took advantage of the nice weather, and headed to the park. Im convinced it is God speaking to me that I will never have another baby and to fully embrace each awesome milestone of toddlerhood, Im going to miss this right?