We have officially entered the world of the terrible twos. And terrible is the word for it! I think I have figured out that the entire thing revolves around the poor little guy's need to feel big. Absolutely every tantrum that happens in our house starts with, "No, Mommy. Me do it myself!". And the fun begins!
"We have to get dressed." "No, me do it." "But you can't do it by yourself. Let me help you." "No! Me do it myself!" This discussion eventually leads to a throw down, screaming, crying mess of a child. Last week, I had a two year old streaking, butt naked, down my driveway. Or...
"Braxton, let Mom buckle you in the car seat." "No, me do it MYSELF." "Ok, you try, and then Mom gets to try." "No, Mommy! Go away!". About 20 minutes later, me and the tear streaked soul are driving down the road, with him screaming "I want my yama! I want my daddy! I want my green blankies!".
I'm so proud of my little man and his strong will. I know some day, it will be a wonderful asset. He will storm his way through so many challenges in his life. Right now, though, well, it's not a lot of fun! The scariest part, I'm afraid, is that every day I see a bit more of me coming out in him. And, my, oh my...
We have officially entered the world of the terrible twos. And terrible is the word for it! I think I have figured out that the entire thing revolves around the poor little guy's need to feel big. Absolutely every tantrum that happens in our house starts with, "No, Mommy. Me do it myself!". And the fun begins!
"We have to get dressed." "No, me do it." "But you can't do it by yourself. Let me help you." "No! Me do it myself!" This discussion eventually leads to a throw down, screaming, crying mess of a child. Last week, I had a two year old streaking, butt naked, down my driveway. Or...
"Braxton, let Mom buckle you in the car seat." "No, me do it MYSELF." "Ok, you try, and then Mom gets to try." "No, Mommy! Go away!". About 20 minutes later, me and the tear streaked soul are driving down the road, with him screaming "I want my yama! I want my daddy! I want my green blankies!".
I'm so proud of my little man and his strong will. I know some day, it will be a wonderful asset. He will storm his way through so many challenges in his life. Right now, though, well, it's not a lot of fun! The scariest part, I'm afraid, is that every day I see a bit more of me coming out in him. And, my, oh my...
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