Monday, October 27, 2008
I'm starting to think that at 7:13 PM, on the night he turned two, the exact moment actually, my son picked up a book entitled "How To Be A Terrible Two" and has been following it to the letter every since. His tantrums over the past 2 days have been inexplicable. He's cranky and snarky and even swatted at me yesterday. He yelps and screeches and refuses to listen. This is NOT my mild mannered, easy going baby. My baby who must have read the baby books on how to be a perfect baby, has now moved onto reading "terrible two's" books and is following them to a t. And this mama, used to her easy going son, is NOT liking it. Not one little bit.
But alas, I did go through the "two's" with the most independent, stubborn kid on the planet, already, so I'm on guard and ready to do battle. I'm just trying to keep it far, far in the back of my head how very much worse the "three's" are versus the "two's." Thank heavens they are so adorably cute.