Are The Terrible Twos Really Terrible?

On Monday, my mom and I took the boys to the shoe store to look for some new tennis shoes. We took them to a local store that mom used to take me to when I was little so you know it has been around for forever.

Being as I am, I wanted to find the kids a nice pair of shoes. And when I say nice, I mean shoes that look like adult shoes, only smaller.

Of course, the boys and I differed on they type of shoes to get. The boys wanted light-up tennis shoes. (By the way, the chance of getting a pair of light-up tennis shoes that aren't tacky are about as likely as me meeting Sasquatch at Starbucks.)

After finding a pair of reasonably nice light-up shoes that pleased both parties, the boys took off running around the store. They wanted to show us how fast they were with their new shoes.

About this time, there were three women standing in line to pay for their purchases. Baby L (2) took this opportunity to run by them and high five their butts. He is a fast little sucker!

To say, I was mortified would be putting it lightly. (PS Two out of three women found it funny.)

Scooping him up, I scolded him and told him that we do not hit people, especially not on their bottoms.

Later in the week, we went to our neighborhood pool whereby Baby L proceeded to do cannonballs and belly flops into a one and a half foot baby pool.

At every meal, Baby L requests Goldfish and refuses to eat anything else. (Okay, actually he eats about 10 different things but 9 of them are Goldfish.)

When Hubby came home from work the other day, I commented that they don't call it the "terrible twos" for nothing.

Hubby so kindly reminded me that with J (who is now 4) I thought the threes were much worse than the twos. Thanks for the reminder, sweetie!

It's so hard to reason with them and for them to understand at this age. They will scream and cry at any place at any time. They can come up and bite your ankle when you are trying to cook dinner. They will put their hand in your shirt and pull it down for everyone at the grocery to see. It's like age 2 is the ID on steroids.

So the question is "are the terrible twos really terrible"? 

As I contemplate the question, I am interrupted by said two year old. "Mama! Mama! Mama!" Baby L says. He climbs into my lap, grabs my face, and puts his forehead against mine. Then he leans in for a huge baby kiss. When he's finished, he squirms out of my grasp and takes off running into the other room.

From my view point, right at this moment, I'd say the terrible twos aren't always terrible. 

In fact, I'd say they are sometimes terrific.