Jan. 26, 2012, 11:07 a.m.
My brother and sister-in-law had a daughter the same year we got Mikey, so even though they’re about 18 months apart, we’ve been going through growing pains together. They like having us as vanguards of what to expect, and sometimes dread, as the Adorable Ones become the Terrible Twos. By the way, research has shown that Terrible Two is a misnomer. The temper tantrums, whininess, refusal to listen, and general awfulness is understood to be a longer period, beginning before the second birthday and ending, if you’re lucky, around age four. It’s like running a marathon, and then being told, oh, one more.
When Mikey first came to our home, my parents talked to my brother and I and our partners, and said, “Don’t forget about date nights.”
“We don’t want to go on date nights,” we all laughed. “We don’t want to miss one moment with our baby!”
Eyes narrowed. “Don’t neglect your time with each other. Don’t forget about sex, birthdays, and date nights. Find a baby-sitter.”