No such thing as terrible two's...or is there?

I honestly thought Abigail was sick a few weeks ago. She changed alomost overnight! Not even kidding. She went from a delightful, compliant little angel to a strong-willed little 20 month old who seems to think she is 3 or something.




I definitely am enjoying having a little person who can actually communicate, the enetertaining and enjoyable moments definitely FAR outweigh any bad one's. But the 'moments' are undeniably there. A transformation from angelic to goodness knows what, in a matter of seconds. What is mostly referred to as 'terrible two's' ; the 'phase' of children's life I didn't believe in until a month ago.




It really is easier to let kids get away with things like shouting, screaming and talking rudely and that's what's so hard (sigh). Gone are the days of a gurgling bundle of joy falling asleep on my chest during an episode of my weekly TV show or lying, playing quietly while I have a coffee with a friend at the mall. Now, Abby is a whirlwind of life and energy that refuses to just quietly blend into situations and locations. And boy does it take some getting used to.




Trips to the shop are now

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