Twyla is coming up on the ripe old age of two! Her birthday is next month, but the terrible twos are making my life very colorful these days. It has been a veeeeeery long time since I have done a post about Twyla, and a very big reason for that has been that she has been keeping my hands SO FULL. The taller she gets, the more words she learns,and the more confident that she gets in herself and her ability to do things on her own. She’s also becoming sassier by the second. “No” is her new FAVORITE word and she uses it for EVERYTHING.
Getting her to come to the phone…
Me: Hey Bean, wanna say hello to your grandma? She’s on the phone!
Lunch time in the Oliveira household
Me: Hey Twyla, you wanna have ravioli for lunch today?
Me: Ok, how about some mac and cheese?
Me: Awesome. Ravioli it is. *side eye*
As I plait her hair before bed
Twyla: No no mommy!
Le sigh, I just can’t deal with Bean these days. Everything is such a production, and she’s ALWAYS a meltdown away from being placed in time out for the rest of her entire life. Y’all, I’m exhausted. LOL.
She’s also learned the art of the stealth ninja “imma f*ck up ALL yo’ sh!t in 2 minutes flat, and you won’t know what’s happening until I’m looooong done”. When I tell you my daughter can get in AND out of a box of tissues or wipes in about 30 seconds tops, I mean it. We’ve moved every last chemical and cleaning product to a closet that she can’t yet open, because she is all about emptying the lower cabinets and placing pots, pans, baking utensils, etc, ALL OVER MY KITCHEN.
Even though the
terrible dreadful twos has my baby “on one” every damn day, I am having a blast with her! She’s one hell of a dancer, and always has a move or two in her back pocket, ready for a good beat to drop. She is so smart, and so sassy. She’s charming and SO curious. She’s learning so quickly and I couldn’t be prouder of her!
Oh, and then there’s the potty training. Y’ALL, my baby uses her potty. She even tells me when she wants to go! Her exact term is “pah-yay”, which sounds sorta Parisian to me, but…I’ll take it. When she is relieved of her diaper and placed on her potty, she sits there with this air of pride and confidence, that I only wish I could have when I perch myself on the loo. ROFL! She’s too cute for words, y’all.
At least once a day, I threaten to drop her off at the fire station up the street, but I know my life is so much more enriched with her in it, and she’s not going anywhere. I’m enjoying the hell outta her and can’t wait to see what 2 years old has in store for the both of us.