Daphne has been in a foul mood for at least 4 days now, which has included full on Terrible Twos reenactments that bring up memories that I prefer stay far in my deepest, darkest memories.

I think she misses her daddy, but that doesn’t make her any more easy to work with right now.

She has been literally boucning off the walls in manic, alternating bouts of excitement and upset. What a ride it has been.

I was trying to convince her to get some dinner, and she decided that the conversation would best be had while she stood on her head. Creative, but not entirely productive!