Right now we are firmly entrenched in the horror that is the Terrible Twos.
Now, I haven't a clue of why they refer to it as that, as it always seems to surface just before the age of three. All I DO know is that I'm at the end of my rope with this adorable, precious, highly verbal, overly obstinate, pushing me to the edge toddler.
It's been a battle all week, fighting constantly with me, her brother, herself. Miss Independent doesn't even cover it. Add to it the 4 year old suddenly can't communicat ewithout whining or being afraid of EVERYTHING (his bed, the potty, his sister, the outside, the inside, his shoes, dinner, a boo)k...everything is seems EXCEPT ghosts! (He has this odd interesting in Ghost Hunters TV show, which he says he loves & is NOT scary.)
I'm just praying the Teen years are a piece of cake.
Yeah, I can dream.
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All I can do is offer a hug. My 4 year old also gives that "I'm afraid. That's scary" bit. But he also seems to have regressed into the Terrible Twos AND has magnified it. Just now he told Jim "You're not a good fahder!"
I am at the end of my rope. I feel like doing something drastic, only I don't know what.
Life is not what I imagined it would be.
Teen years suck. At least at my house.
But hey ... I love YOU! {{{{hugs}}}}
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