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.