And now they are two. Two 2 year olds. *shudder* Why does that sound so much worse than the murmur of disbelief when we would say "Two babies" during my pregnancy and then through their first year?
|First bubbles blown by herself. (and WOW does our gate ever look f*cked in this picture)|
Two brings all kinds of things with it that I am both eagerly anticipating and actively fearing. Just a couple of these are:
Potty Training - it's hard enough to get one potty trained, let alone two simultaneously. But imagine the freedom when they finally are! No more loads of cloth diapers. No more giant boxes of disposibles. No more heavy, twin-sized diaper bag. I really can't wait.
Big Girl Beds - So far they aren't able to climb out of their cribs, but I know big girl beds are not far off. Since the girls still share a room, I know we will need to make the decision on whether to split them up or not. I guess we'll just have to see how much of a party time bedtime gets to be when we get there...In the meantime, I am just looking forward to not needing to lean over quite so far for bedtime kisses. My back is already sighing in relief!
And as much as I am dreading two...I remember how fun three was with my niece and nephews. When they can somewhat converse legibly and come up with actual fun ideas. Will three be enough to hold me through the entire year of two?
I really hope so.