Tales of a "May-Doh" Snatcher

Q's been catching up speed in the land of independence lately. New feelings of want and frustration keep bubbling up in her little heart. Definitely rounding the bend in what will become full fledged toddlerhood.

"May-dohs" have been a part of her growing streak. Just the other morning, she woke up asking them for breakfast and happily gobbled 5-6 from our garden. Some nights when we offer them as a part of her dinner, she totally refuses, fulfilling the desire to have control in the situation. When we're out playing the yard, she'll sneak over to the garden and snack on them until she's covered in tomato juice.

Oh Quinn.

I love you.

: )