So if you don't have a two-year-old yet, let me warn you.
The Terrible 2's? Not a myth.
Not an Old Wives Tale.
SPOT ON.
PJ is still adorable, and cute, and funny, and smart and I love him more than I can even think. But OMG.
He is rowdy. Rambunctious. He BIT Maggie the other day and left a mark on her. He tried to bite another little girl at day care.
He pushes people.
He almost hit Mags with a toy yesterday.
When she's crawling, he tries to ride her piggy back style.
He sometimes refuses to eat.
He sometimes spits out his food or drink.
He throws tantrums when we come in from outside, when I leave.
But then.
He hugs me tight.
He says night Mama.
He grabs my face and gives me kisses.
He says "HI BABY!" and gives Maggie kisses when she wakes up in the morning.
He stands on the edge of her crib when she's standing in her crib and kisses her.
He brings her her toys.
He falls asleep in my arms.
The two's might be terrible. But I'm loving every minute of it.
The O'Gs. No, not the Original Gangstas. But close.
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Thursday, June 16, 2011
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