Originally posted by lambo31
I have a 2 1/2 year old daughter. Please tell me your were just joking.
Lambo
you have no idea what you are in for.
here's a couple to think on.
Bologna, ketchup, mustard, sliced cheese, a white interior wall- (oldest daughter) "look daddy I made you a picture"
kitchen floor, eggs, left over mac & cheese, left over peas, a big-wheel and my son doing donuts and burnouts "daddy, this makes me spin out good"
8 weeks into a 11 week stretch of 7 days a week 12-18 hrs a day. 20 minutes late to work, my ride is outside laying on the horn. pull on my boots to find them each half full of miniature marshmallows. thanks son.
on the up side, when he was 5 he'd swim a beer out to me while I floated in the pool.
just be thankful you are in the easy stage. she can't yet use your car, power-tools or credit card. people complain about "the terrible 2's", we call those the good old days.
the oldest is now 21 and it hasn't got any easier yet.
raising kids is a lot like a video game. as soon as you successfully overcome a problem a tougher one comes at you. each new problem coming after you harder and faster than the last until finally you die.
edit- one more thing. be cheerful, you have about 12 years to prepare for her first boyfriend, with his saggy pants, crappy music, and a face so full of metal it looks like someone beat him with a jewelry box.