That’s what people call the “two” years, at least.
I don’t believe it, though.
Jenny said something about the two years being the one where they really start to “come into their own”.
(The quotes are mine….I can’t remember exactly what she said. I do listen to Jenny….but I can’t remember exactly how she phrased it….but… I do listen to Jenny.)
The “two years”….where Sparrow starts to assert some independence of personality…starts exercising her ability to say “no”.
That’s a good word to know….one of two really vital ones to understand….that and “yes” will get you through most situations, if you think about it.
“No” is a pain in the rear at bedtime, though.
Sparrow’s vocabulary is amusingly huge….but I have noticed that she’s trotting out the “no” word more often and occasionally with a lot more enthusiasm than when she was just a developing and agreeable little lump.
Maybe we’re just doing a better job of understanding her?
It’s kind of strange that the point where someone begins to really “come into their own” as a person….with all the new challenges that come with that…is a point that we call the “terrible twos”.
There’s nothing terrible about Sparrow.
She’s getting selectively independent….but still just as sweet as can be.
She asserts herself.
She’s her own little lady.
That’s a weird digression, I guess, but what I was thinking is that it is a pretty great thing that she’s entering into the “terrible two” phase….starting today.
Maybe the terrible part isn’t so much how the little one starts to act around the second birthday….maybe it’s that we see what a child “standing on their own” means for the parent.
Who wants to see a glimmer of independence this early in the game?
If this is all about finding your own way, though….making your stand, staking your claim in this big world….then bring it on.
BRING IT ON….ALL THE NEW OPINIONS AND RETORTS….ALL THE WILLFULNESS AND STUBBORN REFUSAL TO (HOPEFULLY….TEMPORARILY) SEE ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW….ALL THE MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNE MOMENTS!!
Bring it on, Sparrow, in your sweet way.
Grow, baby, grow.
Sparrow turns two today….Elsa and cupcakes….presents and a special trip to someplace fun to eat.
This is her day.
Nothing terrible about it.
What idiot called them the “terrible two” years, anyway?
Some scaredy cat?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SPARROW!!
“you’re growing” Fred M. Rogers