Au contraire

Neither Ian nor I believe in "terrible twos". We don't necessarily call them the "terrific twos," but we do, in general, think age two gets a bad rap. This is not to say we've had a good week, though. Not by any stretch of the imagination.

I noticed that we haven't been blogging like we usually do, and stopped to try to figure out why not. And while I'm still not completely sure, I do think things have slowed down considerably because somebody is feeling a mite, well, contrary. About just about anything you'd like to mention. Some gems of the week have included:

• "No, I don't love you, Dad!"
• "KISS! NO KISS!"
• "I don't like Cebolla's!" (demonstrably untrue within twenty minutes of declaration)
  

Now we know that this is just a phase, that it's a healthy part of becoming independent. It will pass. But when it's cold, one still needs a coat, you know? And leaving extra time to sort out those kinds of details, for just about everything we do, cuts down drastically on what actually gets done.

So in the next week or two as you get out of your car, sit down for a meal, leave your house, or do any other common task without hearing raucous screaming, take a deep breath and enjoy it. Then think of us and wish us well, please.