Two is one of my favorite ages. A little bit independent and a little bit babyish. Small enough to hold but big enough to be talking. Two-year-olds can make you laugh out loud with the things they say and do.
“That’s true,” you might say, “but are you really denying the well-documented phenomenon known as The Terrible Twos?”
Yes. And it’s not because my children are perfect angels. And it’s not because parenting is easy. Erik is two right now and his hobbies are saying NO to everything and throwing toys when they don’t work properly. Susanna is three and thinks she is invincible.