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?