Yes, it's true. Tori is two. People say that two is the hardest age. Two year old's wear their hearts on their sleeves and don't know how to express themselves so they scream and cry and give the biggest and bestest hugs and kisses ever. All I can say is this: It can't get any worse. Tori was a crazy baby and she seems to get better with each step toward independence. She got a little better when she learned to sit up, crawl, feed herself, walk, play by herself, etc. Now that she's starting to talk, things are getting even better. BUT, she still throws the most magnificent tantrums I've ever seen. Her scream is so loud and high-pitched that sometimes I think my ears are going to start bleeding. She kicks me so much when I change her diaper that I have bruises all over my thighs. She's a handful, that's for sure, but we have some really good times too. Today, she curled on my lap and played peek-a-boo with me for a full 10 minutes! She has learned to say "I love you, too" and says it every time I tell her I love her. When I offer her something that she wants, she does this funny little jump and squeals "YES!!" as loud as she can. She growls at me sometimes (like a lion) if I can't figure out what she's trying to say. (Like that will help me figure it out. Maybe moms speak lion?) She loves to pick flowers and smell them. Sometimes, she smells dandelions so enthusiastically that she ends up with a yellow nose. She's my baby, and I love her. Let's hope the next year is better than the last.