Terrible Twos or Terrific Twos?

My goal is to try to post at least one blog a month. It sounds like something completely doable, right? At the moment, I am trying to catch up on TV shows while updating my blog. I consider this multi-tasking. I am surrounded by a sea of toys, dirty dishes, clothes needing to be put away, mail needing to be gone through, etc. My son, upstairs is awake but sleepy, but after checking on him, he told me to leave. I find that I have the beginnings of a teenager somedays. A not even 2.5 year old going on 16.

I feared many things in motherhood. One of the things I feared after my son was born and I found out that he was definitely a high-needs toddler is turning two. I think since at least 18 months I've been battling getting him dressed most days. He prefers to stay in pajamas. It wasn't really an issue when he was an infant...most of the time I just kept him in sleepers. He spit up a lot and it was easy to unzip and put him in a new sleeper. It also kept him warm. Now that he's older, I'm not sure it's as acceptable to be in PJs, but some days I just go with it and take him out in his pajamas. Part of the battle was getting dressed, another battle was eating, another continuing battle is sleep, and some days temper tantrums. There really is no book telling you how to discipline a child. Especially when you are me and are not use to taking the lead. I know, I'm the adult here so I should theoretically be able to do this with relative ease. The days that are hard on me...I find myself feeling frazzled, exhausted, frustrated, and just generally wondering how in the world people have more than one child.

On the converse, I absolutely love this age. My son talks up a storm and says the cutest and sometimes the sweetest things to me. I am totally trying to hold on to this small pocket of time that we have just the two of us before a new sibling arrives in less than five months. In the mornings, I typically feed him yogurt sitting on a rug in the middle of our kitchen floor. He sits on my lap and I just smell his hair and kiss his soft cheeks savoring these precious moments. He holds my hands, he loves to dance, loves to sing, he gives me kisses on my starting to bulge a little bit belly, he says the sweetest things, and I am in love. I am in love with this very complex individual.

I have heard that the second half of an age is more enjoyable than the first half. I'll keep you posted in about a month or so. :)