Terrible Two's Already?

So I think my darling Isabelle has officially hit her "Terrible Twos". She officially turns two on December 26th, but the stage is already rearing its ugly head.

For example, yesterday I took her and Kaitlyn out shopping for Aubrie's birthday. Isabelle proceeded to run through Justice, pulling at nearly every rack and display she could find! Who is this monster cleverly disguised as my once sweet Belle? Next onto Old Navy where she squealed nearly the whole time because I had buckled the "monster" into a shopping cart! After that I figured it was close to lunch, maybe she is misbehaving because she is hungry. I thought I'd feed them lunch before we went to the other couple of places I was hoping to go.

HA! No such luck. We got our food at Chic Fil A and picked a seat. No sooner did I open Isabelle's apple juice she is screaming about being in the highchair buckled in. The juice pacified her long enough for me to get Kaitlyn's and her lunch set up. Then Isabelle decided she wasn't eating. Pushing the food every where, screaming, spitting her juice out, writhing to get out of the highchair. All the while poor Kaitlyn sits across from me with her ears covered. Nearly the entire place turned their heads in my direction and I know what they were thinking. "Why doesn't she have control over that child?" My dear readers, I am not accustomed to being stared at in public places. Isabelle is my first child who has gone through this stage in such an aggressive way. Hard to believe, I know. To sum up from this point on, I took her out of the highchair and sat her next to me. She still refused to eat, only wanting the juice. I was just happy she was quiet. Kaitlyn and I hurriedly finished our lunch and off we darted to the Suburban and headed for home. I was not about to try to go anywhere else.

I guess I should have seen this stage coming. There have been signs for weeks, hair pulling being fun, complete disobedience (Hey Mom look at me, I am standing on the dining room table!), throwing of toys, the new word "NO!" in her vocabulary........

Please tell me this goes away. Please tell me it gets better. Please, please, please don't tell me I am now doomed for the next so many months to being quarantined to my own home. It's a phase, right? Right?