Terrible Twosday

Terrible Two's.

 How bad are they really? I always used to say, "whoever coined the term terrible two's obviously never made it to age 3!" This must be a boy thing...because with G, I vividly remember three being WAY worse than two...now here we are with little miss E approaching her 2nd birthday and I am eating.my.words.

She doesn't look so terrible does she? 

How about when you're trying to leave the park and get all three kids to the car and she takes off running in the opposite direction? Soooo you haul your diaper bag, blanket, and 8 month old back down the grassy decline to grab her. You get to her, grab her to take her to the car and she turns into a friggin limp wet noodle, one that screams and cries "noooooooo!' while being dragged to the car?  

holy. crap. 

How about when get to the car and as I am opening the door and sternly instructing her NOT to move....she books it back down the hill? This time she is headed for the small creek at the bottom. Soooo you literally plop your 8 month old on the sidewalk curb (because you can run wayy faster without him on your hip) and hope he doesn't find a dirty band aid to chew on while he is down there, ask your 5 year old to "watch him"...and chase after her again! 

holy! crap!

 Terrible Two's received a whole new meaning in my world yesterday! Either G was not quite the little spitfire E is..or I have successfully blocked horrific instances such as these out of my mind completely.

Obviously we finally made it to the car and I somehow managed to get us all into the car too...thanks to the help of a nice woman who clearly took pity on me while watching the 15 minute circus and offered to hold Meyer while I tackled wrangled miss E  to the car and into her car seat. 

Thank God for the 5-point harness system!

Never again will I take 3 kids to the park with just my 2 hands. 

Never.

Despite this little stinker giving me the ultimate run for my money yesterday, I love her with all my heart and I am so thankful to be her mommy!