
I Thought The Terrible Twos Weren’t So Bad: I Was WRONG
Remember me? I’m the one who wrote to tell you all about the not-so-terrible-two’s a few months ago. I’m back to apologize because…I LIED.
Remember me? I’m the one who wrote to tell you all about the not-so-terrible-two’s a few months ago. I’m back to apologize because…I LIED.
Grocery shopping with kids goes through several stages – from wishful thinking “this won’t be too bad” to “OH MY GOODNESS WHAT WAS I THINKING” very quickly.
When it was just my husband and myself, it was SO easy to meal plan. We’d sit down once a week. But now we have a toddler…it’s impossible.
It’s like we expect this light switch to flip on their second birthday and our sweet angel baby to be replaced by a scary toddler!
I cried when she walked for the first time. And cried every time I thought about it for the following week. She’s getting big so fast…and each first is the last time.
While I thought that while potty training might take a little time, teaching one tiny human to pee in the toilet can’t be that hard, right?
There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.
I suspect Sprout sees me as a lost cause. He views me as Little Bird’s parent and Daddy as “his” parent.
She leapt from the shower, cheeks flushed from excitement and warm water. “Why stop with clean hair?” she asked the woman grinning back at her in the hazy mirror. She reached for her mascara wand and brazenly plumped her eyelashes.
My daughter needed to know what’s happening, when. Change of plans agitated her; then she’d wonder what if it doesn’t go as planned? What if something goes wrong? Or if plans did change—why? What was wrong?
Remember me? I’m the one who wrote to tell you all about the not-so-terrible-two’s a few months ago. I’m back to apologize because…I LIED.
Grocery shopping with kids goes through several stages – from wishful thinking “this won’t be too bad” to “OH MY GOODNESS WHAT WAS I THINKING” very quickly.
When it was just my husband and myself, it was SO easy to meal plan. We’d sit down once a week. But now we have a toddler…it’s impossible.
It’s like we expect this light switch to flip on their second birthday and our sweet angel baby to be replaced by a scary toddler!
I cried when she walked for the first time. And cried every time I thought about it for the following week. She’s getting big so fast…and each first is the last time.
While I thought that while potty training might take a little time, teaching one tiny human to pee in the toilet can’t be that hard, right?
There are so many reasons I should be celebrating. Making that last preschool payment should make me want to jump for joy…but I’m not.
I suspect Sprout sees me as a lost cause. He views me as Little Bird’s parent and Daddy as “his” parent.
She leapt from the shower, cheeks flushed from excitement and warm water. “Why stop with clean hair?” she asked the woman grinning back at her in the hazy mirror. She reached for her mascara wand and brazenly plumped her eyelashes.
My daughter needed to know what’s happening, when. Change of plans agitated her; then she’d wonder what if it doesn’t go as planned? What if something goes wrong? Or if plans did change—why? What was wrong?