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The Number TWO

My son will be 2 next month. He's actually really good at being 2 already. Perhaps he is gifted?

Yesterday he threw a Christmas ornament across the room and it shattered in a million pieces all over the floor. Then during the girls gymnastics class he had a World Class tantrum because I wouldn't allow him to bang on the huge window (and then lick it with gusto when the people on the other side looked up).

And when I change his diaper he loves to get away from me and run naked, as fast as he can, with his head thrown back in laughter. He's thinking, "Olly olly oxen free! I'm naked and running away from the clean diaper! This just NEVER gets old! Weeeee..."

He pulls the heads off of Barbies, yanks on the puppies tail and steals toothbrushes. He tears up and chews on the girls school projects, resets Don's alarm clock for midnight (something even I don't know how to do) and throws food during dinner.

But today he fell asleep in my arms. I pulled him close and smelled the top of his head and was completely filled with love and gratitude. Not to mention the desire to take up knitting. Motherhood is absolutely the craziest thing.

It probably helps that he's cute. Presenting...Lobster Boy....
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Anonymous said…
My granddaughter won't be 2 until end of March, and she is ALREADY in full "terrible twos" mode - so I guess she also is gifted !! In fact, one day when she wasn't handed a porcelain doll right when she wanted it and was gently put out of the bedroom, she let out a scream SO LOUD that we all thought for sure a finger had gotten cut off in the door when it was shut!!!
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