Pink Sunshine

Dear Curly,

This morning you were such a little weasel! A curly headed, mischievious little monkey that gave me a genuine run for my money. You bossed and whined and demanded by turns. I tried to remember you're two. You woke Louie from her nap. And I counted to ten. You snatched things and ran, laughing like an evil genius. And I took a deep breath. You dumped an entire glass of milk on the floor and gleefully splashed in the puddle. And I prayed for patience. You intentionally clawed your sister and punched me in the nose. And we both took a time out.
Somehow or other, we made it till lunch time. It was a marathon of running up the downhill escalator. But food was consumed and carpet survived. Baby Lou went for her nap in the bassinet and you were read two stories. Then sung one song. And do you know which tune you emphatically requested today? Pink Sunshine: You're my pink sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.....
No melody could fit you better. In spite of the fact that you were an absolute maniac today, pink sunshine is exactly what you are. An impish little ray of rose colored light. Charming, and occasionally impossible to tame. You wreaked havoc on my to do list this morning. No matter, housekeeping never was my forte anyway. And laundry will always wait. Right now you've gone and made me smile in spite of myself. So sweet dreams, you beautiful little stink-pot. I love you.
Love,

Mommy