Dearest husband,

I have some bad news for you. The sweet young daughter that you left in GA just 2 short months ago has left us. She has been replaced by an evil two-year old monster. This monster throws tantrums over every single thing that does not go her way. She hits--a LOT. She kicks and pulls hair and demands 5 different drinks with her breakfast every morning. She fights with her brother and antagonizes him on purpose. She refuses to wear socks, and sometimes shoes, and most definitely jackets (though I think she will rethink that attitude when we get to Ohio and she realizes how cold it is). She is mouthy and talks back--a LOT. Her favorite word is no and she loves to use it in all varieties of sentences, such as, "NO! I don't wanna go to bed!" or "NO! I don't wanna eat lunch!" or "NO! I don't wanna new diaper!" or "NO, AIDEN, NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" She is a public embarrassment, throwing tantrums in nearly every aisle of any store, and refusing to ride in the cart, yet also refusing to walk or be carried. It typically results in my running out of the store, cheeks blazing bright red in embarrassment, carrying her underneath one arm.

I just wanted to warn you--things around here have changed. Let's hope that soon, VERY soon, she outgrows this phase! No one ever said that us Witherspoon girls aren't a tad dramatic, but this takes the cake.

Love,
Your exhausted and maxed out wife