Babies and toddlers are mostly what I've been exposed to at this point. I'm hoping parenting just gets much easier after this. It does, right?
The infant is ten and he stays.
I've got a little baby, I made him...He doesn't speak, he's 2...He's a slow learner, he's only got 2 words...car and map...I'm slightly worried he's trying to escape. If his next word is passport we are in serious trouble!
When the baby is older take the diapers off, my girl is gonna do the Slop.
Mothers remember a child's first words, and quote them in tones usually reserved for Byron.
I have a two year old. Just turned two a couple weeks ago, and he is my main man, he is my shadow. Every spare second, I am hanging with him.
You can't understand it until you experience the simple joy of the first time your son points at a seagull and says 'Duck!'
When you're three, you're into custard, and jumping.
I love to watch my daughter. At twenty-two months, that little soul is developing at a rate I will never understand. She's kind of taught me that growth and expansion are a person's natural state and inclination.
You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
Families survive the terrible twos because toddlers aren't strong enough to kill with their hands and aren't capable of using lethal weapons.
