Not gonna lie: The terrible twos have been getting me down. Sometimes it feels like, no matter what I say or do, at least one little person is going to (a) yell "no," (b) start whining, (c) scream at me, or (d) all of the above. It's enough to make a mommy want to pull out her hair—or, better yet, her ears!
But just when I think that I'm at my wits' end, that I can't take another day of it, the kids will do something to remind me how much fun they are when they're not being two. Like the other day, when all four of them decided to take turns going down the slide—with a minimum of fussing (for them) and a maximum of delight (for me):
Yes, as a friend put it to me today, my life is beautiful, indeed. Although it might be a little more beautiful once we get past the terrible twos ... and threes!