I would like to skip a whole year ahead now.
People say - ohh it's the terrible twos. Why yes it is. It is even more terrible when your son is so tall he looks like a four year old and people expect him to be well behaved.
When he is stomping his foot and telling me no (in a not so quiet voice). I look at the woman shaking her head at me and say - "he is two." Automatically this know-everythng-about-motherhood- woman changes her whole expression and smiles while saying, "this too shall pass."
She's right. It does pass. As slow as molasses pours from a jar.
Only it doesn't pass on to better things, it actually gets worse.
It turns into the terrifying threes. I figured out why they call them terrifying when the twins were three. The think they are invincible and have found their voice. It makes for some dangerous situations and loud tantrums. There are many moments I have blocked from memory, just because the trauma was too much for my brain.
Anyone who thinks the art of conversation is dead ought to tell a child to go to bed. ~Robert Gallagher