Sure, toddlers can be temperamental—one minute my son is as sweet as pie and the next he’s in status melt-down because I won’t let him eat ChapStick. His immature mind can’t fully process the fact that maybe, just maybe, I have his best interest at heart by
The terrible twos are something that enough parents warned me about that I imagined my sweet boy would vanish on the dawn of his second birthday and be replaced with a tantrum throwing, strong-willed, demanding little monster that I wouldn’t recognize as my own until we were well past the threenager stage. While there are moments where my patience is stretched thin, like the time the entire toilet paper roll was dispensed into the toilet, seeing my child discover the world around him and develop his little personality has been nothing short of amazing.
He is an impressionist – he does the cutest imitation of the Sesame Street Count—he could almost pass as a Transylvanian … Ah, Ah, Ah.
He is a chef – he pretends koozies are oven mitts and hums like the whirl of the blender when making magnet and block smoothies.
He is a flirt – this blue-eyed boy knows just how to flash a look at a pretty waitress to get a free pancake.
He is a music lover – sure, we have to put the same track from Wicked on repeat every time we’re in the car, but it could be worse! WAY worse.
He’s a comedian – one morning I woke up to him calling me from his crib, but instead of shouting “Mommy,” he was hollering “MORE BACON” at the top of his lungs.
In my moments of frustration, I try to put into perspective that his toddler-hood is a fleeting phase of his little life—alife that’s moving way too fast for me.
I think every age has its parenting challenges, and I’m sure one day I’ll be aching to have my two-year-old back, tantrums and all. One day he will stop calling cats “meows,” he will
Ask me in a year if I feel the same way about three … I’ve heard that age requires a lot of wine!