The terrible two's are in full swing at my house and it's kindof a bummer because the person throwing the fits is not, in fact, TWO. She's one. And three quarters.
And she has begun to throw herself back, open her mouth, and howl.
She has also taken to biting.
I don't particularly remember my other children being quite so... dramatic.
I'm sure they were, it's just that I usually had another little baby to take care of so I side stepped over a lot of the screaming, writhing bodies that is a two year old in the throes of a meltdown.
Today at the grocery store, she tried to get a candy. The shiny, pretty Easter candy had been strategically placed all throughout the store, at the exact height of her eyeballs. The thing is, if she gets a candy, then everyone will need a candy, so instead, I tried not to drop the wriggly mess of curls onto the floor while the other shoppers tried to look like they were not looking at me.
Then the cashier had the audacity to LOOK HER IN THE FACE which sent us into another fit of rage.
Then I had to buckle her into her car seat. Which I will only expand on by this: Buckling an almost two year old into a 5 point harness 20 minutes past nap time should be an Olympic event. SERIOUSLY.
All I know for sure, is that right now, 4 people are alive and breathing in their beds...
LUCKY GIRL.
