8.09.2012

No, you cant have sprinkles for dinner

The terrible twos are now among us. I thought we were lucky to thus far to come out unscathed... I was wrong... very wrong. In the last week, our world has been turned around in the forms of whining, crying, and having a smart mouth. The other day, I got home from work to find that Keating had apparently woken up from his nap on the wrong side of the bed. He was in his bedroom wearing only a t-shirt and mickey mouse underwear and screaming, sobbing. At first, I tried the gentle approach of "hey Blue, whats the matter?" He responded with "NO MAMA, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" If that isnt a prequel to his teenage years, then I don't know what is. After many attempts of trying to get him to tell me what was the matter, and get him out of his room.... I gave up. Archer and I went outside to rock on the front porch. When he realized that I had left him inside, he went to sit by his window (that is next to the porch) to cry louder... you know just so that I could hear him. I think it kind of set him off a bit when I started taking his picture crying. I thought his wife may appreciate this for his wedding slide show, or whatever fancy thing people do at weddings way in the future. After 10 minutes he decided that he may be missing out on something more fun than crying in his room, so he came outside to join us.


Then last night before dinner, he LOST it because I wouldn't let him have sprinkles for dinner. Sprinkles... really? I know they're fun and all, but they don't even taste like anything, what good are sprinkles if not on a cupcake? Sprinkles are nothing without frosting, but to a two year old it is an amazing treat. He attempted a tantrum, but I quickly pulled him up off the floor and advised him that it was in his best interest to not continue with the fit. He quickly stopped, but he was packing a serious attitude. Luckily he liked the dinner I cooked last night, and I didn't have to back track on my words and let him have sprinkles for dinner.


Today has been the toughest on my ego. I think that he is starting to realize the power of his words. If he isn't, then he is very good at choosing the ones that hurt. One of the perks of my job, is that I can go home during lunch and see the boys. It helps me to feel like I'm not away from home all day. During my hour long lunch break, Keating started getting defiant. Of course he wanted to play in Archer's room during naptime, and God forbid that I not let him. He instantly got ticked and looked at me through tear soaked eyes and said "GO BACK TO WORK MAMA!" Ouch. For a mom that has enough of a hard time leaving her kids during the day, the fact that he didn't even want me there stung quite a bit.


I know that this is only a season, and that we will quickly be past it and on to something else. Phrases like: "Dont poke the dog in the eye, are you supposed to drive your trucks on the wall?, WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH KITCHEN SCISSORS?, no you cant have candy for breakfast, you drew on my pottery barn duvet with Sharpie!?, Ike is not a horse... dont ride him, dont hit your brother with the baseball bat, and YOU POOPED ON THE FLOOR??... THE DOG ATE IT??" will quickly pass. We will soon be arguing over good grades and not staying out too late. This too shall pass. In the mean time, I will enjoy a nightly glass of wine and laugh to myself about reading this in 15 years, and telling his high school girlfriend.

8 comments:

  1. LOL about the part of telling his high school GF! Our boys are a month apart and were battling the same thing.....every other word is "no mama!" or "go away" and in public....forget it.......I can't even take the kid in public right now....its like trying to wrangle a tazmanian devil......Im hoping this is just the terrible 2's and it passes soon ......cuz Im exhausted.....but then again hes still mushy with me and those "i love you's" always make up for it :)

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  2. Hugs to you, Mama! I am also a mom to a 2 year old and I was sitting here nodding as I read because it could have been my child you were writing about! Hope you have a great weekend.

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  3. While nursing my daughter one evening before dinner, my son came over to flaunt his naked body. He was only about 15 months old so this was the first time he had ever managed to get his diaper off. I stood up and turned around to find that my kid DID poop on the floor. While I quickly got a bath going for him, I came out to find that my dog DID in fact, eat the poop!
    We are in the Terrific Twos now...I do hear that three year old have the same tantrums but with more attitude, so I am not sure if I should enjoy this phase or look forward to what next year will bring! Good luck!

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  4. Girl! I can SO relate! The fits that he pitches are unreal! When I take Weston to daycare, someday's, he runs right in and enjoys himself, and it's great. Other days, it's terrible. He'll cry and want to be held, and I'm trying to hold William, and if I don't hold him, he screams. It's just a nightmare. Anyways, I too have to remind myself that it's just a phase, and it will pass. Thinking of you and enjoying reading your blog, because we are at the same place with our crazy, silly boys! Both of them!

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  5. I literally laughed out loud at the poop thing. Oh, motherhood. A taste of what's to come...

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  6. Oh mama, we are SO there with you. 'It's just a phase' is said a LOT in this house. I hear 3 is a lot worse than 2, though.. and that 4 is even worse. Oh well.. as you said, we'll be arguing over grades and curfews soon enough!!

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  7. Yep, my 2 1/2 year old is as feisty as they come. He can be the sweetest thing in the entire world one minute and then mean as a snake the next. I try to just take deep breaths and remind myself that I AM in control.

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  8. Well, I guess I should get ready! Sorry for the rough day(s0! :(

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