Confessions of a First Time Mom

Oh boy, the terrible twos are in full swing. From to morning to evening, the definitive word is "NO!" followed by a screech-like scream. Munch is exerting her independence and she wants her not-so-young parents to know it. You know that phrase "my way or the highway?" That's Gi's daily mantra now. Don't get me wrong...I ADORE the rascal but there are times I wish naptime came a little more often and stayed a little longer. There were a couple of months there when I secretly prayed that Gi would be more verbal and expressive. Well, my prayer has been answered 100 times over. Every phrase is repeated three times usually preceded by the word, MY. My bear, my bear, my bear! My potty, my potty, my potty. Oh and now Munch dismisses us...Daddy go now! Mommy out now! No Gon Gon! Every inappropriate action is repeated twice just to see if Mommy and Daddy mean business. Recently, Munch rediscovered the joy of picking her nose. I don't blame the girl since her cold has made her quite crusty. Well, Miss Sassy-Pants boldly inserts her booger-digging finger into her mouth each and every time that we firmly tell her not to. Oy vey! Does it get better when they turn three?