Two years old. My baby is gone and I have a funny, loud, beautiful, limit testing, tantrum throwing kid. We had your doctors check up today and you refused to let them look at you. You barley stood on the scale which lead to a some what accurate reading of 32 pounds and just under 3 feet tall. You had to get your finger poked for a hemoglobin test and after that you were in my arms refusing to let me even sit down. Here's hoping we get over your bits of anger and frustration which cause some serious drama on your part very soon. And wishful thinking to start some serious potty training soon.
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