This past month has been the month of the two-year old. And today is the last day that I can say I have two of them.
In all honesty, having two, two-year olds hasn't been so terrible. Trust me, we have had our terrible moments, but we have also had some of the greatest times.
It has been so much fun watching the girls grow together as sisters, playmates and friends.
And occasionally, enemies.
But I have loved watching Chloe be the big sister. She really watches out for Stella (when she's not hitting her) and just wants her to do the right thing...all the time.
This is Chloe's face when she's telling on Stella. We see that one a lot.
And it's funny (I know I shouldn't say this as a parent) watching Stella scheme a plan for how she will torture Chloe next. You see, Stella's on to this whole Chloe-wants-me-to-do-the-right-thing-all-the-time thing, and so she does her I'm-not-going-to-do-the-right-thing-and-I'm-definitely-not-going-to-do-what-Chloe-wants-because-I-know-it-drives-her-crazy thing which usually ends up in disaster.
This is Stella's scheming face. We see that one all the time.
But somehow we work it out. And they have learned to be sweet and loving (for the most part) to each other.
This is what they look like when they share (momentarily). And yes, they are sharing halves of a wooden cat. It's weird. I don't know how to explain it. So I won't.
But mainly I have learned that two-year olds are fun and they really keep you on your toes. Here's the difference between a young (Stella) 2-year old and an older (Chloe) 2-year old.And this is a real life example that happened yesterday.
The girls wanted strawberries. I said that we didn't have any. Stella starting screaming and karate-chopped me in the head. Chloe said, "Okay. We'll get some at the store."
I don't know how else to sum it up.
No understanding vs. Complete understanding.
I do have to tell you though, in spite of all the karate chops, temper tantrums, roller-coaster emotions, and pure exhaustion (on my part), it's all worth for this...
Two girls. Playing in the hall cabinet with a laundry basket.
I have no idea what they're doing, but they're in it together. I guess that's what sisters are for.
And that pretty much sums it up.
I love my two, two-year olds.