In one short month this little girl will be celebrating her second birthday.

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We are heading out on a grand adventure to Walt Disney World in Orlando, Florida.  When we leave, she will still be my precious one year old baby.

When we get home, she will be a toddler.

A walking, talking, counting, singing, climbing, independent toddler.

I stumbled upon this poem and decided it was too good to not share. Don’t know who wrote it, but I have a feeling I would like them.

Toddler’s Creed

If it is on, I must turn it off. 
If it is off, I must turn it on. 
If it is folded, I must unfold it. 
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled. 
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared. 
If it is high, it must be reached. 
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved. 
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed. 
If it has leaves, they must be picked. 
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged. 
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away. 
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor. 
If it is closed, it must be opened. 
If it does not open, it must be screamed at. 
If it has drawers, they must be rifled. 
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table. 
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied. 
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full. 
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon. 
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead. 
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon. 
If Mommy’s hands are full, I must be carried. 
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone. 
If it is paper, it must be torn. 
If it has buttons, they must be pressed. 
If the volume is low, it must go high. 
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor. 
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon. 
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth. 
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force. 
If it is a phone, I must talk to it. 
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed. 
If it doesn’t stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor. 
If it is not food, it must be tasted. 
If it is food, it must not be tasted. 
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water. 
If it is a carseat, it must be protested with an arched back. 

If it is Mommy (or Daddy), it must be hugged…

I am toddler!  

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Reader Comments

  1. love this one. my brother’s baby is just 5 months old but i’m saving this poem for when he’s gonna need to laugh when she gets that age. i can’t wait. what a fun age…to have her visit and then send her home. 🙂

  2. Hope your time at WDW is magical! We just arrived home today! We (11 of us!)celebrated my parents 50th wedding anniversary on a Disney cruise & 2 days at WDW. HB to your sweet little one!

  3. That is great. Our Evelyn will turn 2 on the 14th of January and I wonder how in the world that happened! Three cheers for toddlers! 🙂

  4. Oh how exciting! I somehow missed this post last week…Aubrey is the cutest little girl! Those eyes and sweet cheeks!!! Have a wonderful time with your family making the best memories!!!

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