I love toddlers.
Really, I love their big heads, I love the way they move, I love their delight in the world. People talk about the "terrible twos" and I just shake my head. The way they go from sunny to distraught quickly is probably why I also (so far) like teenagers.
Three year olds? Not my favorite people.
Lat night, in a hurry to get big sister from gymnastics, Miss I'm Almost Three got in the car and said, "How about you ride in my seat and I try driving to get her?"
That one took quite a few precious minutes to resolve. Then she yelled from her seat All. The. Way. There.
I'm not sure I'm going to make it through an entire camping weekend. I'm getting to practice lots of good self-talk and "this too, shall pass" reminders.
Time to get back into yoga.
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