Big A - Menace, Screamer and Sweetheart

Addie is 2.
That should be enough to explain the headline, but I'll go on. Lately, Addie has run our house. The mood around our house ebbs and flows with her emotions. Either we're existing peacefully as family and are (Ann and I anyway) allowed to eat meals in peace; or.... Addie is once again mixing it up with her big sister, likely over a toy, brush, deck of cards, tv show, article of clothing or even a simple gesture. I gotta tell ya, it's getting old. I really thought Ann might end up in tears this morning after Addie had wandered into Clare's room again and managed to agitate her sister. The agitated sister fights back saying something to the effect of "hey, that's mine" (whether she actually cares about that item the minute before Addie takes it is a point that is completely lost on Clare). Then Addie takes issue with Clare's refusal to share and all holy hell breaks loose. This morning the light fixture nearly came loose on my in the shower as I heard Addie rev up her vocal chords in displeasure.
Remember the scene in Dumb and Dumber when Lloyd asks Harry if he's ever heard the most annoying sound in the universe? This is worse for me.
So, Addie is EVERY BIT of 2 years old. And she seems to be operating in her own little world (can't blame her for that one I guess). But it's definitely the issue of the day around our house. Keeping Addie happy. She's not quite old enough to let our words sink in, although she's getting there. And any sort of physical discipline with Addie only results in more crying, hysterics and eventually a nebulizer treatment when she starts wheezing.
(sigh......)
She's cute as a button, and one of the loves of my life.
Sometimes, however, I would very much like to toss her a sippy of milk, lock the doors and walk away.
With ear plugs in.
In the next installment...
Part 2: The not-so-innocent older sister