The Terrific Twos

If you ask Henry what his name is, he will promptly answer, "Two!"

A few months ago, I was in a store and started talking with an older man who asked how old Henry was. When I told him two, he said, "Oh, I love two! Some people say, you know, 'the terrible twos,' but I think two is still so sweet."

I've thought a lot about that conversation over the past year, and I've really tried to embrace two this time around. Sure we have power struggles, and time-outs and "we never hit" conversations, but I revel in baby talk, chubby hands and sticky, sweet kisses.

I happened on a blog today about a mother of 11 who shares her knowledge and wisdom on child rearing. She remarked how after 5 or 6 kids, she really relaxed and was able to enjoy her children more, just sort of let them be. Since I'm not planning on having anywhere near 11 children, I'm trying to start that early, but it's a tough go, and I worry that I've completely ruined Oscar and Lily. But since I'm looking forward, not back, I'll just say:

Here's to two, and tomorrow's another day.