Ellen turns two today. This sounds like a good thing, but in reality it’s the start of a long, tough spell. This means that she’s officially in the “terrible twos,” a year of legendary tantrums and fits.
But in our case it’s worse than that because in Denmark, it’s the third year that is terrible. It’s called “trods alderen” and it’s just like the American terrible twos, except that it occurs a year later and it’s required by Danish law.
So, unfortunately we’ll spend the next two years scurrying about, trying to give Ellen whatever she wants in a pathetic attempt to avoid her terrible wrath.
I can’t believe she’ll be terrible at all- ever. She’s such a little angel! Happy birthday to our sweet little Danish girl!
We love you!
I generally found threes much worse than twos (and felt a little upset that no one had warned me). Maybe since Ellen is half Am, Half Danish, she will be a little terrible toward the end of her twos, and into the beginning of three and leave it at that. Happy Birthday to Ellen!
Impossible… Besos mi linda. Feliz compleanos!
I’ll take her for the next two years if it gets to be too much for you…
Lot of love, hugs, and kisses.