As my son is about to turn four and the girl’s are starting to creep towards two, I am caught between the memory of what was two and what is to be two (times 2). Here was my take on it the first time around.
Everyone hears about it. Even before I had kids, I was warned about the “terrible twos”. The phase toddlers go through where they change from being sweet babies into ornery misbehaved toddlers.
In preparation I had done some reading. Basically, I read that children that age tend to get frustrated because their mind is more advanced than their body, and they can’t always do things or express themselves as they want. Made sense to me.
So when I found out I was pregnant with twins, a few months before Sawyer’s second birthday I gulped and waited. And waited. And waited.
Guess what? Sawyer turns three next week and I am happy to say two was not terrible at all.
In fact, it was a pretty amazing year.
Believe me, Sawyer had every reason to act up this past year. For part of it I was pregnant with the girls. Whether it was because of morning sickness or because I became as huge as a planet, I didn’t want to play with him much, nor could I. I couldn’t lift him up and down anymore and he had no lap to sit on.
Then the double whammy. Not one, but two, brand new babies in his home. Screaming and crying and demanding all mommy and daddy’s attention. I know I would have been jealous.
And yet, through it all he remained the same wonderful boy we always knew.
Yes, of course he had his moments, like when he locked himself in the bathroom and exploded baby powder everywhere or when he threw a tantrum because I turned off cartoons but these fleeting moments were far surpassed by the great ones.
First, he learned to talk. Before two he was a virtual mute. Then, overnight he started talking and in just a month he was already attempting three syllable words. It was so amazing to hear him talk. I had no idea how much he was really absorbing from the world until he started to communicate. He learned how to go up and down stairs without a problem, and completely gave up riding in the stroller. Both of those were very helpful since I was pregnant with the girls and physically strained. (Sadly, he already gave up naps at 16 months).
While he was two he learned to ride his bike. He learned how to get dressed all by himself. He learned how to do dishes, sweep, vacuum and even help me cook!
He finally understood what Christmas was about and hearing him say the word “decorations” in his little voice made me smile every time.
And the big one: he learned how to use the big toilet…no more diapers!
He was a huge help with the girls. He would make them laugh when they were crying, he taught Sansa how to use the jolly jumper (here) and he always carries the “diaper snakes” (the ones from the diaper genie) for me.
He still gave me hugs and kisses and told me he loved me. He helped me with groceries and walking dogs. He even washed by back for me when I was pregnant.
And even though he was older, he was still young enough to believe everything I said and he always did as he was told.
I have my doubts about this for age three because he is slowly discovering free will, and he’s to smart to fall for my tricks (ie. We can’t go shopping because the store is closed. No mommy, see, there are cars in the parking lot).
So if you are worried about the terrible twos don’t be. If you love your child and you have raised them right, and you use patience and understanding it will fly by in a wonderful magical blur.
Disclaimer: I am sure I have now jinxed myself for when the twins turn two! LOL