I love the terrible twos. In fact, I don't think they're terrible at all. I was not a big fan of the terrible ones (really from about 14 months to 22 months), but two? Two is great! Becca is full of personality and imagination. She has always been pretty even-tempered and continues to be. We don't have many tantrums or crying, and if we do, they are short-lived. I can reason with her, bargain with her, bribe her with lollipops....what's not to love? She can play by herself (for a few short moments) and is rarely whiny.
She is obsessed with things matching. When she gets a reward M&M she only wants whatever color matches her outfit, which is usually this blue dress. We are running out of blue M&Ms.
Since I'm not doing a good job of writing this stuff down anywhere, I figure I should at least do it here. Here are some of my favorite things she is doing these days. She says:
"Scoop over!" instead of scoot over.
"Plip Plops" are flip flops.
When she wants me to pick her up she says, "I wan' hold you."
She is obsessed with princesses. We spend lots of time reenacting scenes from Cinderella, especially the scene where the mean stepsisters rip Cinderella's pink dress. Then, "Cinderella" runs to the garden to cry and to wait for the fairy godmother. Becca spends lots of time draped over the bottom steps "crying" after I "rip" her dress.
Since she is usually Cinderella, she has started assigning everyone else personas as well. I am currently "Gus Gus," one of Cinderella's mouse friends. Come to think of it, Gus Gus does appear to be in his third trimester. She just calls me Gus Gus all the time, instead of "Mom." The other night, she woke up crying at about 3 a.m. When I went in to check on her she said, "Gus Gus, I need something to wipe my tears."
Sometime she assigns me other personas. Yesterday she yelled down the basement stairs to me, "Prince Charming! Come up here right now!"
She refuses to take this blue dress off. It used to be my sister's in the 80s and my cousins' in the 90s. We use it as a dress-up dress, and I have to wrench it from her white-knuckled grip to launder it (as you can tell from the picture, I may have to fight that particular fight today as it has fresh cherry juice on the front). She thinks it looks like Cinderella's ball gown. I think it looks more like an Amish farm girl. But, potatoes, pahtahtos. Either way, she has to wear her Snow White princess shoes with it.
Her grandparents sent her this adorable princess cowgirl hat from Texas. She delightedly put it on and was prancing around the house, until I called her "cowgirl" one too many times. Then she declared, "I am NOT a cowgirl. I am a PRINCESS," and took it off. Only after pointing out to her that this hat has a princess crown on it did she put it back on.
Life just seems so much easier these days than it did this time last year. We can spend a morning together inside the house without either of us going (too) crazy. We can talk, hold conversations, play, decide what we want to do today....it is a great phase. I now know why people stop us in the store and say, "That was such a wonderful age. Enjoy it while you can." I am enjoying it....I really am.