Having a two year old, strong-willed child definitely brings its share of challenges. The task we are working on at the moment is manners. He is great at saying “Denk Coo” and occasionally runs into the kitchen screaming, “More Peeeeeeeesssss!” but when he forgets to add the please, what results is an extensive battle of wills to get him to say Please to get what he wants. And what do you think happens? He never.ever.says.it. At least not when we ask him to. He is very polite otherwise, but ask for a please? You won’t get it.
He is a blessing and a bundled ball of energy. He makes me laugh and want to tear my hair out at the same time. Here’s what he’s been up to ::
Riding in space shuttles
Or at least climbing into them. Then coming to the realization that it spins back and forth. Then deciding that said space shuttle trip was NOT what he had in mind. Commence shrieking and frantic escape plan.
Sleeping. Oh, did you think I said sleeping? Because yes, that’s what this picture shows.
What I actually meant to convey was the sheer exhaustion that he worked himself up into when he decided to throw down the handle of the vacuum because I wouldn’t let him go in the room while his brother slept. Then arguing with me as I tried to snuggle him to sleep and going back and forth on the couch twenty times all while screeching his discontent. I snuggled him some more and about 30 seconds later. This. Peaceful Angel.
He wants to give mommy a run for her outfit money.
This morning, he ran into the bedroom and grabbed a Buzz Lightyear pajama shirt, promptly proclaimed, “JAMMIES!” and threw it at me to help him put it on. And so, we embarked to the mall half-jammied, half-dressed. Tonight, I suggested getting pajamas on, he ran into the room again with glee and came out with a button-up “friends” shirt and Charlie’s striped PJ pants. Whatever works. His sheer delight was enough to make me giggle.
He constantly urges Charlie to “fight.” He begs him to put up his dukes, and when he doesn’t, he begins to violently whip his blanket around at him.
The boys have begun wrestling. This one (see above) always seems to corner this one.
The best way he knows how to express himself is to scream out, “IWANTIT!” in a loud, angry tone. Coming from such a small body, his voice usually makes me giggle. A video will be coming one of these days.
When you tell him no, the following happens, in this order: 1. Throws said item. 2. Finds another close item and throws it. 3. Burrows his face into mommy’s legs. 4. Attempt to swipe at mommy. 5. Attempt to go through mommy’s legs. 6. Attempt to swipe at mommy again. 7. Yells NO back. 8. Proceeds to round-house kick at anyone within a few foot radius (and yes, I do mean round-house). Rinse. Repeat.
Not a day goes by that I don’t laugh at his antics and want to snuggle him all at once. He is my Jackie Dean through and through.
Jack smash will always be a pistol. I remember having him for the first time babysitting. The mailman could hear him screaming bloody murder down the block. He was seriously fine…just crying for no good reason. He runs likes a maniac and expects me to lose weight by chasing him. The blanket is his weapon and comfort of choice. He is pretty strong willed but cute and humorous. I think that he is just a genious who learned how to manipulate us very quickly. Cheers to the Hulk. Jack smash…thank you for keeping things interesting in an entirely different way.
Love,
Aunt Sarah
Ok so someone is praying at awanas. And I just laughed out loud.