The Taming of the Tew
We wouldn't call these twos "terrible", per se. But they are an interesting metamorphosis. And a challenge to our sanity.
The 'no's are a bit more frequent, without the 'tenk yew' of yesteryear. The whiny "I want"s. The independent streak of wanting to do 'it', whatever 'it' is, by himself. (Turn the page, finish the song, push the soap nozzle, run into traffic, etc.)
Although Ainsley has been a party to more of this than I have, I experienced my first full-blown meltdown the other day, when Ryan did NOT want me to comb his hair with the blue comb, he wanted the YELLOW one. Which was somewhere in a bag on a different floor, so, no.
Well.
Tears, hands on head undoing all I had combed, never-ending 'no's. It was actually rather comical.
0535 this morning, he's calling for Mommy. Mommy was in the other room convincing herself that Erin might want to sleep at some point, so in I went. He's sitting up in bed.
"No. I want MOMMY."
"She's with Erin right now, how about Daddy?"
"NO." Pushing away my very hug.
"Shall we just lie down?" I put my head on the side of his bed. Like he used to like.
"NOOOO." Pushing away my face with his feet. Calling it a kick to the face would not hold up in court, but man is my judgment ever cloudy at 0536am.
I had to go to work and uphold the Constitution, so Ainsley got to deal with him the rest of the day. Oh, and raise our other child into a fine upsitting young American with teeth potential.
Then at the Italian pizza place for supper, it was rapid head-shaking for fun while Mommy tries to feed him, napkin after napkin on the floor, stealing books from his baby sister, and going ballistic when I wouldn't let go of his hand crossing the street.
As Ainsley says, it's a good thing he's cute.
Maybe she says that about Griffin. Still, a propos.
The 'no's are a bit more frequent, without the 'tenk yew' of yesteryear. The whiny "I want"s. The independent streak of wanting to do 'it', whatever 'it' is, by himself. (Turn the page, finish the song, push the soap nozzle, run into traffic, etc.)
Although Ainsley has been a party to more of this than I have, I experienced my first full-blown meltdown the other day, when Ryan did NOT want me to comb his hair with the blue comb, he wanted the YELLOW one. Which was somewhere in a bag on a different floor, so, no.
Well.
Tears, hands on head undoing all I had combed, never-ending 'no's. It was actually rather comical.
0535 this morning, he's calling for Mommy. Mommy was in the other room convincing herself that Erin might want to sleep at some point, so in I went. He's sitting up in bed.
"No. I want MOMMY."
"She's with Erin right now, how about Daddy?"
"NO." Pushing away my very hug.
"Shall we just lie down?" I put my head on the side of his bed. Like he used to like.
"NOOOO." Pushing away my face with his feet. Calling it a kick to the face would not hold up in court, but man is my judgment ever cloudy at 0536am.
I had to go to work and uphold the Constitution, so Ainsley got to deal with him the rest of the day. Oh, and raise our other child into a fine upsitting young American with teeth potential.
Then at the Italian pizza place for supper, it was rapid head-shaking for fun while Mommy tries to feed him, napkin after napkin on the floor, stealing books from his baby sister, and going ballistic when I wouldn't let go of his hand crossing the street.
As Ainsley says, it's a good thing he's cute.
Maybe she says that about Griffin. Still, a propos.
posted by Dan at 2:24 PM
2 Comments:
We always say "it's a good thing he's cute or I'd eat him". hang in there-it won't last long, only 16 more years! Say hi to Ainsley -kat
I hate to tell you this...but I think three's are worse...Four is much better.
MBP
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