We've all heard about the Terrible Twos.
Kid3 is in the middle of his twos right now, and he's every inch of the "terrible twos" stereotype - except the terrible part. He's not a bad kid, honestly. He's so sweet, and he tries to be good. He's just so, so TWO. And such a boy, to boot!
But gosh, is he wonderful. I always think as each kid reaches a new age, that their current age is my favorite, so I know I'm a little biased, but Kid3 the way he is right now is totally my favorite age that he has ever been. He's sweet, and he talks all the time, and he's into everything, and when he colors with markers he gets them all over his fat little baby fingers, and he loves "ahs-getti" and "ananas" and says "olive you too" when I tell him I love him.
He's obsessed with Diego (the cartoon) and is starting to do some pretend play. He's always rescuing some animal or another. His older siblings clearly find the pretending annoying, but they do play along.
Today I was tickling him and blew a raspberry on his tummy. He squealed with laughter, caught his breath, and then grinned and said "don't fart me, mommy!" I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes.
The twos get a bad rap. Two is wonderful.
