My first haircut!

Yesterday evening after my bath, I got my first haircut. Mommy put me up on the bathroom counter, grabbed the scissors, and trimmed my bangs in two snips. With the first snip, I said, "Mommy cut you!" But then, when I realized that it didn't hurt and that I looked fabulous with my new hair-do, I was excited and wanted another haircut. Hmmm...if it took me 2 years to get enough hair for a hair-cut, will I have to wait until I'm 4 for my next one?

The terrible twos...

I had my 2-year check-up earlier this month and was 33.5 inches tall. That makes 5'7" our estimate as to how tall I'll be as an adult.

The best part about going in for my 2-year check-up is that they no longer measure my head circumference (I always screamed bloody murder when they did that in the past. I'd take shots over that any day!). It turns out that the reason they stop measuring that is because once you turn two, you don't need to be fitted for a halo anymore. Goodbye angelic Kaira. Hello terrible twos.

I've been 2 years old for 3 weeks now, and in general, I am pretty terrific...
...but sometimes I test the limits and have to spend some time in time-out, either on the stairs (behind bars) or in my pack-n-play. My most common transgression? Being contrary. One day, I even had to take a nap in time-out. Thankfully, I had a cell-mate; Snuggle Bunny had been caught stealing carrots from Mr. McGregor's garden.
If this isn't the face of the "terrible twos", I'm not sure what is.Don't mess with me!