We have hit the terrible twos. I know compared to some we have it easy (I’ve heard stories), but my goodness, the little fellow is stretching us at the moment. Such strong will. If only his will to do things was matched by his ability. If only the laws of physics were flexible.
We have times where he runs away, stamps his feet and hits out, and refuses to do as he is supposed to. Dinner often begins with a time in the corner because he runs away when he is supposed to sit at the table. I almost factor it in when I am timing dinner. He smiles cheekily because he knows he is being naughty and just wants to check that we haven’t changed the rules since yesterday.
Despite the hard work, two and three quarters is lovely.