well, it was certainly short lived.
i have now fully embraced what they call are the terrible twos. and that is totally misleading. terrible is a misnomer, actually. it's not terrible. it's more like terrifying. torturous. tantrumy. a more accurate description is terroristic twos. as in, who is this tiny terrorist and where did my sweet baby go?
allow for me to share a few revelations from this past weekend of holy terror. the no napping, tantrumy, ohmygawdkillmenow whiny weekend.
1. i firmly believe two year olds are on the bipolar spectrum. seriously. happy, sad, crying, smart-alecky, whiny, sweet, and snotty all rolled into 2 minutes. repeat that for 14 long hours of the day. i'd dare to say he is worse than a pregnant woman.
2. i now know why mommys drink wine. refer to #1 for explanation.
now, in all reality, our weekend wasn't so horrible. we did some crafts, like putting up james' new felt christmas tree. {thank you pinterest!} james was a fan for about 3.5 seconds. i had this great project envisioned, which turned into him crying and having a fit because he didn't want me to touch his "ris-mas". now he has it decorated just right and shows people his "ris-mas", but he won't touch it again and will freakout if you go near it. which stinks because it's on the wall by the door, which drew's car seat sits. sigh. you win some, you lose some.
mom also came for coffee and shopping. james loves that, as do i. nothing like getting spoiled than grandma coming to town. plus, it was music class day, and everyone had a blast. and i got the cleaning and most of the endless supply of laundry that always accumulates. it's the small victories, folks.
let's just say, daycare was a sight for sore eyes this morning. poor toddler room. they have to deal with 6 of these tiny terrors. all at the same time. and they're not even their kids, so it's not like they can yell like mom's are allowed to do. bless their hearts, because i know i couldn't do it.
oh james, we're in for a wild ride together. and just think, they say three is even worse.
as you say in the car, "ho-ed on, oh-nee!" {translation: hold on, ernie!}
happy monday, all!
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