Hair

Having two year olds is something special. One minute they are the most delightful creatures and the next you find yourself hiding under the desk. I love that I am more able to reason with them these days. They sit at the table in regular chairs (no booster seats anymore) and drink their water from a regular cup and eat from their plate or bowl just like we do, with utensils. They make an ungodly mess most nights but you know what.. that is something I love about being a parent. I love that they are working as hard as they can to do things the way we do. To grow up, to learn new skills. If they make a mess.. who cares?! The joy Stephen and I get from watching our little girls sit with their heads barely above the edge of the table, sipping water from their cup and wiping their face with their napkin.. learning to eat whatever is on the table that night.. we sit and smile at each other every night and bask in the light of their joy. They tell us, in their own way of course, about their day and what they liked the best about the things they did. They wiggle and squirm in their chair.. sometimes they have to go to time out for pitching a fit or starting a fight with their sibling.. but in the end it is a delight. Feeling like a family is a delight. Giving them more independence is a delight. Helping them learn that it is ok to make mistakes (spilled milk) and that these sorts of mistakes are easy to correct (cleaning up the mess) and that afterward you just go right back to life... there is no lesson to be learned from accidentally spilling ones cup at the dinner table... other than how to clean it up that is.