You may drive me up the wall more often than not; sometimes to the extent of feeling like I want to pull my hair out or scream into a pillow…
But I try to remember…
You’re still a baby, really, you have grown and developed so much that it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, you are SO big in comparison to the baby you used to be…you’re not a baby, you’re a strong, independent toddler – and most of the time I remind myself of that when things you do make me feel frustrated, but sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes I call you my ‘terrible’ two.’
You’re my terrific two really…always making me laugh with your crazy antics, have empathy already and there’s never a dull moment with you.
To my ‘terrible’ two – you’re only as terrible as the next two-year-old, and this age doesn’t last long, it’s important to cherish every single moment. The good, bad and the ugly; because in a years time I’ll wish for my ‘terrible’ two-year-old back.