I actually called it that this morning.
We were headed to the grocery store and someone started "throwing fits" over everything.
I spelled it out, just like my Grandma does, to Daniel.
Like this. "Is this what the T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E T.W.O' S are going to be like?"
Then I thought about it.
I remembered a book that I read just last night to Thomas. It is called "Am I BIG or small"
I think that I am going to call this phase the "Am I BIG or am I small" phase instead of the terrible twos.
It is hard being two years old and sometimes being a BIG BOY and sometimes being too small.
I get this. But it doesn't hurt to be reminded.
Reminded that you are BIG enough to help make cookies. But small enough to still need a chair to stand on.
Reminded that you are BIG enough to help me carry out the recycling but small enough to need to take breaks on the stairs.
Reminded that we are both learning and figuring out together whether we are BIG enough or still too small.




