Our days of visiting with my mother are numbered. SIGH. It’s been a beautiful week and we have created many memories all around. But in parallel to this beautiful week, we have also been having a terrrrible week. A terrible twos week to be exact. BIGGER SIGH.
My sweet girl has had at least one fussy spell per day and is suddenly terrified of every aspect of what used to be a lovely life.
Waking up: Scary.
Changing diaper or clothes: Scary, Sacry.
Nap Time/Bed Time/or any sleep inducing activity: NO!NO!NO!
Our Beloved Bath time: OMG, You are out of your mind!
And anything to do with restrained seating in a shopping cart, stroller, high chair or car seat: Just Forgetaboutit!
Here are some of the excuses I have been offering stunned passer bys:
It is left over effects of the flu she picked up from New York…
She may have been jinxed by a darn nice lady we met at a party last month who told me to enjoy her sweet nature now and look forward to the TERRIBLE TWOs shortly. I told that darn nice lady who happened to be an MD, that we won’t be having any of that. I told her that six months of terrible colic has earned us a free “Get out of Terrible Two’s Pass”.
It is too much excitement from visiting with a fun and high energy grandma.
Maybe her strict new diet of Mint Altoids and Hummus is to blame.
Anyways, 22 months of mommy experience has taught me two things: that everything is a passing phase and that there are really no clear-cut answers to riddles such as this one.
So all that is left to do is to give in and enjoy the perfect little storms. We have had tea parties and danced to reggae. We’ve done water color paintings, created elaborate play-doh sculptures, and read the Ballerina book again and again. And of course, have had many lovely meals with my mother on the patio.
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