It turns out that as hard as two can be, it isn't all bad.
Also, there is nothing quite like a sleeping two year old to make your heart melt...and your neck to ache in sympathy.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Two isn't all bad.
I gave Sophia a hard time the other day for her general two-ness. I don't think that is a word, but I don't let a little thing like that stop me.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Ugh, I had forgotten about this.
I had a two year old about five years ago. I remember that it was terrible and awful, but I've spaced out a lot of the more grueling details. I think that may be because that two year old grew into a horrible three year old, and then an even more challenging four year old, and then slowly started to get better. By the time we got to five, two was just a distant memory and pain and suffering.
I have a two year old now and she has been acting her age for a while. It wasn't until today that I had that "oh yeah" moment. It happened at about 11:00 am when I realized that she had been actually either crying or whining since 6:30 am this morning.
You may think that I am exaggerating...I'm not. She had been literally crying or whining since she woke up. Never stopping, just continuing, never tiring, only annoying.
As rough as it has been and as much as I feel like it isn't getting better anytime soon, I still have this vague sense that Connor was so much worse.
I also look at my sweet little, precious, cuddly baby girl and think "you're going to do this to me too, aren't you?"
I guess that is one joy of having three kids right in a row. By the time Sophia is done being two, Elinor will be almost there. And, by the time Elinor has grown out of the terrible twos and into the tiresome threes, the baby will be ready to take over as resident tyrant.
Looks like I've signed up for at least another three or four more years of this fun. Bring it on kids. I can take it. And for revenge, I'll make sure that this picture makes it out on prom night.
I have a two year old now and she has been acting her age for a while. It wasn't until today that I had that "oh yeah" moment. It happened at about 11:00 am when I realized that she had been actually either crying or whining since 6:30 am this morning.
You may think that I am exaggerating...I'm not. She had been literally crying or whining since she woke up. Never stopping, just continuing, never tiring, only annoying.
As rough as it has been and as much as I feel like it isn't getting better anytime soon, I still have this vague sense that Connor was so much worse.
I also look at my sweet little, precious, cuddly baby girl and think "you're going to do this to me too, aren't you?"
I guess that is one joy of having three kids right in a row. By the time Sophia is done being two, Elinor will be almost there. And, by the time Elinor has grown out of the terrible twos and into the tiresome threes, the baby will be ready to take over as resident tyrant.
Looks like I've signed up for at least another three or four more years of this fun. Bring it on kids. I can take it. And for revenge, I'll make sure that this picture makes it out on prom night.
Friday, December 14, 2012
No, no, no.
Elinor is almost 8 months old and very mobile these days. As such, the word no is becoming part of our regular vocabulary.
I'll give Elinor this much, every time I say "Elinor! No!" she stops what she is doing and looks at me.
However, she then blows me a kiss and goes back to whatever she was doing before anyway.
Parenting Fail.
I'll give Elinor this much, every time I say "Elinor! No!" she stops what she is doing and looks at me.
However, she then blows me a kiss and goes back to whatever she was doing before anyway.
Parenting Fail.
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