"Girls are so much nicer than boys … I don't know how you cope!"
If you have boys in your home, you will have heard this comment many times. I know, because I have twin boys who are charging through life on anything with wheels, playing war games with anything they can hit each other with and they only know its time to stop when there's tears … ok, so they are only 3 and a half, and they are actually great kids. But compared to their sister, they are FULL-ON!!
I came home yesterday to see my little guys, complete with sheets for capes, jumping off the chairs … they were both Superman, and they were flying. They got so excited to show me as I walked through the door, that the resulted jump ended with my two super heroes taking a hit … busting into tears on the floor. I looked at them, gave them the once-over and said "no blood". With that, they were back up on the chairs as if nothing had happened. ... read more >>
Sitting there on the beach watching Clara play chicken with the crashing waves and Kate pat down small mounds of wet sand, I can see the grandmas coming from far down the beach with their bright white smiles brighter due to their overtan faces - and I know what's coming, because it happens almost every time. Kate will look up from her sand creations, give a short wave, and say "hi!" The grandma, who may have been considering walking on by with only a smile, will have to stop now and tell the girls just how wonderfully precious they are. Clara will skip circles around the lady and say "hi" every time her foot hits the ground. Next come the stories of how long ago their kids were sitting on this same beach playing in the same way twenty or thirty years ago. They'll ask the girls their names and how old they are. Clara will pronounce "three" as if it started with an "f" and Kate will say "two" but hold up five fingers. The grandmas will beam at them. They will tell me where their kids are now and what they are doing and when their own grandchildren will be coming down to visit. They don't ask a lot of questions, and that's OK. They're only half present, taking a trip down memory lane. And then they begrudgingly pull themselves away and continue down the beach, looking back often. Then another one comes...
"What are you thinking? Haven't we talked about this before?" My seven-year-old son looked down at the food that had just spilled on the kitchen floor. 
One thing about having a two year old or a kid at any age for that matter is that regardless of where you go or what you are doing you always have to bring along a portable toy chest. Now depending on your child and where you are taking it you might be able to get away with something as simple as a couple cars in the bottom of the diaper bag or you may just have to bring a separate "bag 'o' toys". 
