
My oh my, what a temper this child has. Whenever she doesn't get what she wants, she dissolves or erupts (whichever way you want to think of it). Take digging in Mom's office drawer...where the sharp pencils are.
When Mom puts her hand on the drawer, this happens (yes she was actually swinging at my arm and trying to move it):

Mom takes her hand away, and she instantly turns it off.

I can clearly remember when Phoebe was in her terrible twos (from 18 mos to about 4), I told myself, "I will remember this if I ever think of having another child." And I did remember thinking that before we decided to adopt. But I decided that was just part of the bargain.
So, the little miss is 19 months old today and the terrible twos are definitely in full swing.
(Oh, and yes, I got her bangs and the back of her hair trimmed)