Poor design.

Big head. Little arms.

We have hit the belly-size/arm ratio now. She can no longer reach the things in the upper corner cabinet. Granted she had issues before that, but now its impossible.

Hormones. I hate them. One minutes she is happy as a clam, next she is yelling, next she is crying. And that's just about the lack of ice cream. We tried to spend a nice morning putting together our new Adirondack chairs. Well, it wasn't going so well for her, and she exploded, heading back inside. Then like 5 minutes later she is back, being sweet and calm asking if she can make me breakfast. It is a very strange life I lead now,