The Twos | Terrible or Not


People talk about the terrible twos as if it's a curse a witch foredoomed on your family. While I admit there are moments it seems Violet is one meltdown away from spontaneously combusting, having a two year old is pretty fun. (Famous last words...)

It's difficult to grasp how much she has changed over the course of a few months. She says new things every day and is always trying to do grown up things like wipe down the dinner table.

Right now she says, "Das funny!" a lot. The great thing is, she actually understands the concept of humor and laughs when things really are funny. She has a great sense of humor and Ben is proud.

If you're trying to get her to do something she doesn't want to do, may luck be with you. If she's playing or lounging on the couch and you attempt to coax her away to do something outside of her plans she handles it with avoiding eye contact and saying, "Otay, byyye." She calls my coffee  "mom's hot toffee" and both of the dogs "birby." There's Dirby and Drake, but they're both just birby. Her verbal skills have skyrocketed over the past few months. She's saying 4-5 words sentences.

There was an obsession going with The Land Before Time, but it has since waned a bit. Seeing Little Foot's mom die every day was really starting to bring me down. The current infatuation is with Monsters Inc. The movie Monsters University came on tv one day and we recorded it. Now it's requested daily. It's been about three weeks and it's still going strong.

Her first day of school was yesterday. I was incredibly anxious about it. It's only been one day, but right now she loves it. She didn't have to go today, but she put her backpack on first thing this morning and went to the door saying she wanted to go to school. I was flooded with relief. I expect the newness will wear off eventually and she won't be as excited to go, but right now I'm basking in the fact that she likes it for now.

Her meltdowns typically come from a place of frustration. Usually when she insists on doing something herself but can't quite do it without a little help. Like putting socks on or opening the sliding patio door.

I reflect on the time passed with a sense of almost loss, just because it slipped away so quickly. This time is fleeting and when people tell me to treasure every second, I know and believe that so ardently. I've grown to live less in time and more in moments. While I look back and miss moments that have already passed, I look forward to the many moments to come. They're only getting better.







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