My almost two year old daughter is simply.. hilarious.
She has a totally unique and wacky view of life.. and is not afraid or shy to let you know.
She is big enough now to be able to see out the car window as we are driving. She loves seeing things and making editorial comment on just about everything we drive by.
Like many other little kids, construction sites and heavy equipment are totally thrilling. And dirt is definitely her element of choice.
We were driving by a construction site, with a front end loader (she calls them "diggers") and a pile of dirt. She yells out:
"Digger!! Dirt pile!! OOOOO!! CHOCOLATE dirt pile! Bye digger! Bye Chocolate dirt pile!"
My husband and I were laughing so hard, he could barely drive.
And the other day, while driving home we also heard this little one:
"Daddy is... Claccy... Mummy is... Patty"
How did she know our names?? Not only is my kid hilarious, she's so smart. She seems to retain just about everything that she hears. Its fun, but also insanely scary. The way I have to watch everything I do now is pretty intense sometimes. I've never been that out of control, but sometimes I had a propensity to curse like a sailor. So far, no slips. Wheew. I'm sure that will change someday, but so far, we're doing well.
So much to think about. When Abby was first born, I simply could not handle it. I was too physically and mentally exhausted from my difficult pregnancy, and the strains my life was under at the time. I was also insanely sick from gall bladder disease (surgery several months later). When my dad died four months later, I could barely cope. I had no idea how i would manage.
Now I am so excited to see my daughter, to play with her, to hear her witty commentary on everything. I was so afraid of the "terrible twos" - but other than an extremely strong willed streak that can still be managed by "diversion", and some exceptional crustiness around dinner time (hungry and tired = not a good situation for toddlers) she's pretty good. She has redeemed my faith in toddlerdom.
And she's about to wake up. She's the cutest little pod when she gets up. All curly hair, bleary eyes.
Woot. She's up.
"ByeSeeyasoon!" (another Abby-ism)
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Obviously I my parental experience with the "terrible" twos is a ways off, but as with all things kids related, it seems to depend on the child and the parent
My younger niece is two and my sister-in-law *adores* this stage. It's understandable. Like Abby, the kid is freaking hilarious. She's also willful, determined and smart enough to be a major handful, but mostly she's just a lot of fun.
I'm so glad you and Abby are having good times together. I've found that while the tough stuff of parenting is *really* difficult in the moment, it's the good things that linger in my memory and my heart.
I'm having a much easier time with this stage than the newborn stage, mostly because my own personal health is so much better. Getting over a difficult pregnancy (I herniated a disc in my spine in addition to losing a lot of blood in a very traumatic and painful delivery, and developing gallstones). Also I barely slept for 9 months while I was pregnant (hard to sleep when you were as huge as me!) and that also put me seriously behind the power curve. With all the weight gain (60lbs) from pregnancy, the depression, the breastfeeding failure, the grief over losing my dad.. it was awful. I think had I not had so many strikes against me healtwise (mental and physical) I'd probably have fared a lot better than I did, and actually enjoyed Abby's first year.
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