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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
two plus two
I once thought that the "Terrible Twos" was just a myth, or at least an exaggeration.
Until we had a kid.
Sam is cute, precocious and oh-so-charming, but she can also be quite a handful -- and that's an understatement. Sometimes it seems she just wants to say "No" to everything, just for the heck of it. Testing limits. Turning every little thing into a struggle.
Like coaxing her to eat. Making her change her dress. Getting her to go to sleep.
Working from home and taking care of a kid isn't all fun and games. I knew that when I signed up for this, but on some really trying days, I have to wonder if I've bitten off more than I could chew.
It can really be tiring. Too much pressure. Too many demands.
Then Sam flashes a beautiful smile and tells me, "Come on, Daddy. You're my best friend."
And suddenly everything's all right. And I know I made the right choice.