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! 
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