Well they are called the terrible two's for a reason....
|Who you calling terrible??|
and sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry
|Laughing is better...|
Just when I think that my sweet boy has been replaced with a tiny terroristic ninja that lives in my house and makes demands, I will feel two thin arms wrap around my legs and give me a hug. I will catch him giving his sister a hug and kiss when he thinks no one is watching. He'll say "Fank you mommy (thank you mommy)" when I hand him a drink. He can be so loving and sweet causing my heart to melt and feel guilty for getting mad at him for the terrible two behaviors.
We jokingly say that he has it so rough, but I imagine being 2 isn't always easy. He's had a year full of changes and growth. He's switched houses, gained a baby sister, is fully potty trained, learned how to count (he can count to 17), knows his colors, knows left from right, knows some shapes, and speaks in full sentences. He doesn't understand why he can't have candy after breakfast or apple juice all day.
He did excellent at his first trip to the dentist. He wasn't crazy about having someone messing around in his mouth, but I explained what was going to happen and that he could have a snack after the visit. That was all the incentive he needed to let them clean his teeth.
He loves seeing both sets of his grandparents, often asking to go to Nana or Grammie's house. He gets to have slumber parties with his Nana every once in awhile. He loves those nights as he gets to stay up late and eat Cheetos with his Pappaw. He loves to Facetime with his Aunt Bunny when she is out of town and he pretends to call all of his family members on his play phone "Hi Gramma Florence, doing?" (Doing = What are you doing)
He's a great little helper. Anytime the clothes in the dryer are done, he will empty it into the laundry basket and carry (drag) it to my room. From there he takes his clothes out and puts them in his room. I will later go in his room and fold them and put them in the correct drawers, but he does an awesome job getting them in there. Emptying the dishwasher is also a favorite activity of his. I take care of the knives but let him hand me everything else.
He's a talker. He stays on my heels most of the day chatting about playing, memories from the zoo, his birthday and what he wants to do with the rest of his day. It can be tiring at times, but at the end of the day I appreciate my little chatterbox and that he wants to tell me things.
Playing with Monster trucks
Watching Dora, Super Why or Bubble Guppies
Riding the 4-wheeler or tractor
Going to parties
Playing with Daddy
Playing with stickers
Taking a shower
Lila touching his Monster Trucks
Getting his hair washed
Only getting to watch 1 or 2 shows a day
Being told "no"
When his blankie gets dirty and I have to wash it
Sometimes he's so stubborn that I can't help but be proud and frustrated all at the same times. He's such a strong willed, opinionated little guy. He's so loving, so polite and I couldn't love him any more. I look into his bright blue eyes, see the sun reflecting in his golden hair, and watch the mischievous smile play on his lips and he makes me smile. Even though these terrible two's are aging me and wearing me out, I wouldn't trade the little
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