We’re currently doing the “two” thing at our house.
You know, the age where your sweet, little baby turns into a super lovely and reasonable toddler?
We’re doing the twos.
And quite honestly, two has been pretty savage so far.
There’s been a lot of:
HAVE? HAVE IT.
Followed by some:
Kicking and screaming.
And my personal favorite, throwing of hard toys on the floor.
Good times had by all.
I’ve taken to coping by hitting the drive-thru for a milkshake two times a day and sobbing quietly behind my cupboard door while portioning Goldfish crackers into bowls.
Two you guys. Two looks cute. Two has the voice of an angel—a gosh darn angel I tell you. Two even makes me laugh that good belly laugh from time to time—but two is totally kicking. my. behind.
From what I hear though, this is a breeze compared to the threenage years and the ever popular fournados.
So thankfully, with that breath of fresh air, I know there are worse things to come.
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