Don't let this innocent-looking, lollipop-gooped sticky face fool you.
When Peanut, his older brother, was turning three, I remember thinking, "Wow....The 'terrible twos' weren't so bad. Whew! We made it through unscathed!" When I voiced my relief to a girlfriend, she quickly shot me down. "Oh, 'the twos' are nothing. It's 'the threes' that are the worst for a boy!" So, while at the time I truly did not appreciate her candor, "the threes" actually were a bit more tantrum-filled for Peanut. (Although I really have to wonder sometimes why moms constantly feel the need to "one-up" each other. Can't you just allow me to enjoy my ignorant bliss once in a while?!?)
Anyway, let's hope the same does not prove true for little Pumpkin up there. Because, in all honesty, if his "threes" are worse than his "twos," we may need to call for backup. At times, my precious silly boy is the most loving little toddler on the planet. And then, with virtually no warning, he morphs into a flailing, shrieking, throwing maniac whom we barely recognize.
And today, Pumpkin is officially 2 1/2. I could look at that two ways: 1) I am in the throes of the total tantrum stage, and I had better just accept it and pray, or 2) I only have six months left of the "terrible twos," and the threes have just got to be better, right? Just don't tell my aforementioned friend that second philosophy. I'd prefer to remain in my happy place right now and keep hoping that Pumpkin is just mature for his age and that my kindhearted second-born will reemerge without his evil twin someday very soon.
Until then...if you need me, you can probably find me presiding over the third time-out before dinner. Happy 2 1/2, Pumpkin! :)
When Peanut, his older brother, was turning three, I remember thinking, "Wow....The 'terrible twos' weren't so bad. Whew! We made it through unscathed!" When I voiced my relief to a girlfriend, she quickly shot me down. "Oh, 'the twos' are nothing. It's 'the threes' that are the worst for a boy!" So, while at the time I truly did not appreciate her candor, "the threes" actually were a bit more tantrum-filled for Peanut. (Although I really have to wonder sometimes why moms constantly feel the need to "one-up" each other. Can't you just allow me to enjoy my ignorant bliss once in a while?!?)
Anyway, let's hope the same does not prove true for little Pumpkin up there. Because, in all honesty, if his "threes" are worse than his "twos," we may need to call for backup. At times, my precious silly boy is the most loving little toddler on the planet. And then, with virtually no warning, he morphs into a flailing, shrieking, throwing maniac whom we barely recognize.
And today, Pumpkin is officially 2 1/2. I could look at that two ways: 1) I am in the throes of the total tantrum stage, and I had better just accept it and pray, or 2) I only have six months left of the "terrible twos," and the threes have just got to be better, right? Just don't tell my aforementioned friend that second philosophy. I'd prefer to remain in my happy place right now and keep hoping that Pumpkin is just mature for his age and that my kindhearted second-born will reemerge without his evil twin someday very soon.
Until then...if you need me, you can probably find me presiding over the third time-out before dinner. Happy 2 1/2, Pumpkin! :)
7 comments:
Happy Half-Birthday Pumpkin! :)
Thanks for reminding me, hospital roomie, that our boys are turning two and a half! :)
Happy 2 and 1/2, Pumpkin. Gemma and Pop love you sooooo much!
Haha! too cute! I know what you mean about mom's 'one-uping' each other. I had a roommate in college who would tell a story to someone, and when they would tell a more horrible story, she would just shrug and say, "okay you win." Too funny! :)
What a cutie. They are still so cute and sweet at 2 that you can still smile at some of that naughty stuff. At three they know more back-talk and tricks. Three was worse for both of my boys. It seems to start at this age though. I can't imagine anyone that cute could cause you a minute of trouble. ;-)
I am feeling this with Dawson. He will be 3 this month and he can be such a joy at times and then I want to wring his neck!
Just stopping by to say "Hi". Not sure if your facebook ever started working for you again. I knew even if you didn't have a new post, you would have some good music. :-)
I don't give out advice, in general. I don tknow why other people do, except maybe to make themselves feel better. Kids are strange... my son is the sweetest thing on earth. For real. He's like honey about 90% of the time. But when he's mad at me, I get tears because he is SOOO MAD AND FURIOUS and gives killer looks. Honestly, it's scary. But it never lasts long. His latest thing is to kick the air when he's mad. He doesn't actually make contact, but I can tell he wants to kick my shin REALLY hard.
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