My sweet, precious, tiny little baby angel J turns 2 in exactly 3 months. Ok, maybe he's not so tiny considering the dude is wearing 3T clothing and 4T jammies. We're buying the largest size available in diapers now and considering moving up to a small in adult diapers for the boy. That precious baby angel has also turned into a sweet, precious little baby beast. Hello and welcome to the land of terrible 2's where what doesn't kill you just makes you crazier.
Over the last month J has become an all star tantrum thrower and is now allergic to sleep apparently. Oh, he falls asleep for naps just fine but the second you lay him down he jumps right back up and starts screaming like the soft and cuddly stuffed animal gang he insists on sleeping with is hurting him. Nights tend to go a little better. He usually goes to sleep ok and continues to sleep after we lay him down but just as my husband and I get cozy in bed and really start to fall into that wonderful deep sleep, J wakes up crying again and doesn't stop crying until we bring him downstairs so he can bully his toys until 3am and eat a banana.
J's always been a little clingy around dinner time. Since he was a baby I've had to either wear him in a baby carrier or hold him while I make dinner.
Lately he's taken it up a notch. He's decided he can't wait for dinner to actually be prepared. As soon as my husband comes home from work and I go into the kitchen, J follows me and proceeds to terrorize the pantry and block me every time I open the fridge to get something out. The guy literally climbs into the fridge and blocks me while he starts throwing things out and screaming for a snack. Don't even think about actually giving the guy a snack though because there's a good chance that will really piss him off and he'll throw it on the ground and run away to hide in a corner and glare at you for actually giving him what he asked for.
Poor J has it ROUGH. When dinner is finally finished, half the time he either insists on eating my food while sitting in my lap or he pushes away from the table as soon as we sit down and claims he's full. Oh really buddy? Cuz about 15 minutes ago you were throwing canned goods at me because I couldn't twitch my nose like Samantha Stephens and instantly make your dinner appear.
Sometimes we don't even make it to dinner. For instance... last night J threw an award winning tantrum and cried so hard he threw up down my shirt right into my cleavage. I tried everything to calm him down and after nothing seemed to be working I finally took him upstairs for a glow stick bubble bath. Who doesn't like a glow stick bubble bath? A two year old in the eye of a tantrum tornado. Until we brought his dinner to him in the bathtub. And not the dinner the rest of us were having but a special dinner just for him. Dinosaur nuggets, yogurt and a banana. He immediately stopped crying and began to maniacally laugh while shoving a yogurt tube and a dino nugget in his mouth at the same time. Then he peed on the side of the tub and farted at me a few times and suddenly all was right with the world again. Apparently all he needed was to eat his dinner in a glow stick bubble bath with the lights off and to rip a couple of toots.
We're all bracing ourselves and hoping the terrible two's pass quickly. We seriously love that guy to bits though, tantrums, toots and all.
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