<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736389662297206631.post-3889378018033869382</id><published>2008-09-24T07:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:28:31.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>she is now 33 months old</title><content type='html'>My little girl is 33-months-old. That is 2 threes. She is 2 years 9 months. 33 months. 3 months away from 3-years-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a lot of 2's and 3's. Welcome to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days, wait, let us break this down to &lt;em&gt;moments&lt;/em&gt;. There are moments when my little girl is all 2 and I can't understand how I gave birth to such a tantrum-loving thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are moments when she acts a little more 3 and big girl and I can't help but wonder how I got so lucky to have the best child ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us break this down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with her brother by showing him how a toy works. &lt;em&gt;3-year-old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelling in her brother's face because he came within one foot of her blanket.&lt;em&gt; 2-year-old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to spell Curious George's name. &lt;em&gt;3-year-old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making loud monkey and dog sounds while I try to order her a bagel, and the cashier asking if that is a dog. &lt;em&gt;2-year-old. Or, just plain crazy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying no thank you. &lt;em&gt;3-year-old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO. &lt;em&gt;2-year-old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brushing her teeth happily. &lt;em&gt;3-year-old. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming bloody murder because a small strand of hair is in her eyesight. &lt;em&gt;2-year-old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing red-hat. &lt;em&gt;3-year-old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insisting on wearing red-hat. &lt;em&gt;2-year-old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249578026117701538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjeEAtumlt8/SNo_ZrtxH6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QmhnrDn3p9Y/s400/33mths.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736389662297206631-3889378018033869382?l=blogversary.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogversary.blogspot.com/feeds/3889378018033869382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8736389662297206631&amp;postID=3889378018033869382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736389662297206631/posts/default/3889378018033869382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736389662297206631/posts/default/3889378018033869382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogversary.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-is-now-33-months-old.html' title='she is now 33 months old'/><author><name>Blogversary</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16224650526230110339'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YjeEAtumlt8/SNo_ZrtxH6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/QmhnrDn3p9Y/s72-c/33mths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry>