terrible twos

The toddler years can start to feel like a two-year sentence you have to endure, like a phase you have to wait out until something better comes along.
“I’ve been hearing a lot of scary stories about 2-year-olds.”
In some way or another, we are all a product of our raising. Everything from our childhood, and ways our parents did or didn't participate has resulted in who we are today.
Please stop standing an inch away from the television. You are going to go blind, and I am going to lose my sh*t if I have to ask you to back up even one more time. I promise you will be able to see Angelina Ballerina just fine from the couch.
I want to fast-forward; then I want to rewind. I don't know what the hell I want.
Toddlers. They've been called a**holes, dictators and tiny drunk people. But mere words don't capture what it's really like
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Parents of toddlers never win. They survive. I love you. I really do. Even with your tangled hair (that you refuse to let me brush), your smelly Anna gown, and your fits of rage, I love you
Sure enough, my youngest child had become a contrarian, a master negotiator, a bedtime-delayer, a nap-refuser and a vitamin thief in the weeks approaching her third birthday. I pined for the days when I would tuck her in with a kiss, close the door and not hear from her for 12 hours
Every morning, my 2-year-old brings me his shoes with no destination in mind, no grand plan or ulterior motive. He simply wants to have an adventure. And whether we end up at the park or the bank, he is equally pleased, and says, "Dat was fun!" as we walk back to the car.
Three is the age of extreme emotion. One minute I've got a sweet-as-pie charming little girl who can squeeze not one cookie, but two out of me with a smile and big bear hug. Minutes later, she spits in my face .
We might be less than a week away from the Fourth of July, but Sienna's been in the throes of a sudden independence streak.
Several months into the carnival of horrors that is my son's threenage wasteland, I'm done taking the blame for his crappy behavior.
I love my kids more than life itself. But between the tantrums and the arguing and the bossiness and the talking back and the selective hearing and the procrastination, I occasionally long for those carefree days When I have one of those wishful kid-free moments, I think of Zach and his family (and I hug my daughters more tightly).
I am here to tell you that "everyone" was wrong. Two-year-olds are challenging, but they are nowhere near as hard to deal with as 3-year-olds.
How many of us have really thought about why we became parents, what our expectations were and how we're meeting those expectations? Most of us have gotten to a point in our children's lives when we ask ourselves, "How did this happen? What am I doing wrong?"