I am sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, browsing the internet, and ignoring the mass chaos of Jace running around like a tornado. Sweet Logan is sitting in his high chair playing with a little ball that has chimes in it.
I get about 30 seconds of peace and I look over at Logan to see that the ball is gone. I turn my head to look toward the living room and my peripheral vision sees (in perfect slow motion) Jace wind up and complete a Major League Baseball pitch with the ball right into the window.
The ball bounces off, and he runs to Logan, grabs onto the poor baby's foot, and pushes it into the high chair as hard as he can. I yell, and off Jace goes to go sit in the corner.
About 2 minutes later he informs me that he has to go poo-poo potty. Okay, I say, tell me when you're done.
As he is doing his business, I hear him from the bathroom, "Where is my cereal?"
After he is done, he runs around for a couple minutes and then turns into the sweetest baby he USED to be and says, "Mama, I want you!" and climbs in my lap. Whew! The first tornado of the day has passed. I better gear up for round 2.
A friend of mine just posted on facebook about attending an online parenting seminar to get some tips on how to handle her 2 year old boy.
I was interested, but honestly, I am scared to even know what I am doing wrong with mine! I would probably have to lock myself up!
What's my New Year's Resolution? EMBRACE the TERRIBLE TWOS?!?!?
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