The littlest birdie is getting feisty. Could be that she’s got a mild (!) case of spring fever or maybe, well, yes, she IS two. Very two right now.
Me: Phoebe, may I help you with that? Phoebe: Me. Help. SELF, MAMA!!!!
She’s been picking out her clothes.
And melting our hearts. Because she’s mostly sweet with a side of feisty. A great combination, don’t you think?