We are deeply, thoroughly, fully into the terrible/terrific twos at our house. Why do I say terrible/terrific?
Well, any of you who have lived through the toddlerhood milestones of a two year old knows exactly where the term "terrible two" comes from. My sweet Lilly can go from sweet and fun loving baby to a screaming crying tyrant in no time flat. She seriously comes unglued at the very idea that we might be doing something that might not be her favorite thing... I remember this stage with Noah and it totally stressed me out at times. However, the second time around I really try to take a deep breath, over look the screaming (hers I mean) and tell myself...This too shall Pass!
And I know it will...pass I mean...and that is what makes me a little sad. I know that this stage is all about growing from baby/toddler into little person. When she graduates this stage, she'll lose the baby pudginess, the clinginess to Mommy, the wanting her paci and her blanky, and to be perfectly honest, I'm in no hurry for these days to be over.
Oh sure, I can do without the tantrums that involve lying completely facedown in the kitchen and sobbing while waiting for the macaroni and cheese to be spooned on to her plate and I can seriously do without the screaming in church that could surely wake the saints in the graveyard...but all in all....she's my baby and I'm not ready for her to grow out of it yet.
The time will come soon enough when she is independant enough to play her own games and to look at books all on her own, so for now I love hearing that little voice say, "Pay wis me Mama" while her chubby dimpled baby hand pats the floor beside her.
4 months ago