I find the twos to be terrific, not terrible. Oh, there's squabbles and tantrums, but these are fleeting. I love the new language that emerges every day, and am continually astounded by the level of co-operative creativity and stubborness the twins apply to problems. A recent feat was hauling a chair to the outside door so one of them could reach the lock; the other twin stopped the door closing while the first climbed down and moved the chair out of the way.
I discovered they could do this when they collected the mail and brought it to me in the shower, at a time when I thought they were safely ensconced in front of the television for five minutes. Sometimes the twos are terrifying, too. I think they understand now that they are welcome to open the back door, but the front door is off-limits.
Their independence is growing. Vieve mostly focuses her attention on her wardrobe, but Finn is strongly in the realm of "I do it! I do it! Try self!" As his skills improve, he progresses from "I do it! Fold bread!" to "I do it! Butter bread!"; from "I do it wash hands!" to "I do it turn tap on!"
He physically wrenched the lock off the fridge through his repeated attempts to pour his own cup of milk. I conceded defeat, and we haven't replaced it. With the exception of very full (and therefore heavy) bottles, he rarely spills any as he opens the fridge, gets the milk, takes the lid off, pours two cups of milk, puts the lid back on the bottle, puts the milk back in the fridge and shuts the door. I love that he always pours a cup for his sister.
Judging by his appetite lately, he's going through a growth spurt. One weekend I was woken by the plaintive cry of "Scamble egg? Scamble egg?" I told him I would make scrambled eggs once I'd changed his and his sister's nappies.
But her change was interrupted by a terrified scream from the kitchen.
He was hungry, so he'd decided to take matters into his own hands. Plate? Check. Cutlery? Check. Piece of bread on the plate? Check. Egg? Ch... OH NO! "Egg mess! Egg mess! No scamble egg! Egg mess!"
While a little annoyed at the mess and waste, I had to admire his observation skills, as well as his initiative and determination. There's no point crying over spilt egg, after all. Since the "egg mess" was his primary concern, I wiped it up and showed him that the table was clean.
Once Finn was calmer, and hubby stopped laughing quite so hard, they made scrambled eggs together. Finn was absolutely proud of himself. "I turning the egg! I turning!"
Under close paternal supervision he even got to stir the eggs in the pan. Finn helped butter the toast before Daddy put the eggs on, then carried the plate oh-so-carefully to the table. His carefully cooked "scamble egg" was demolished, right down to the crusts. He was a hungry little boy - and a proud one.
As he cooked with his Daddy, you could see the sense of accomplishment erasing his embarrassment about his "egg mess". Look at that expression!
While his independent streak can sometimes make a little more work for us at the moment, it will serve him well as an adult. And raising functional adults is the goal of parents, right?
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