I never thought I’d be one to particularly enjoy the toddler years. The tantrums, the not having a clue what they’re saying half the time, the wilfullness. But in true, biased parent style, every age is my favourite.
And there’s a lot to love about the toddler stage. The beginning of words (even if I can only decipher some of them), the emergence of a little person with distinct ideas and preferences and the way sheer joy that they demonstrate on any given day.
Today, I loved that even though I was having a bit of a low day and felt depressed, she is always a bright spark. So I found myself sitting on the couch with her before dinner, watching Sesame Street and wondering why the Indian lady who clearly has a British accent was pretending to have an American one. At that moment, Riley, pulled herself away from being enthralled by Elmo (which is pretty impressive) and proceeded to give me hugs, kisses and squeezes with the kind of enthusiasm that only a toddler can.
My name is Zoey. 
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