The Terrible Two's

Adrian had to leave us last week for, gasp, 6 days and nights.  It was the longest stretch we have all been apart since Teddy was 2 weeks old and he went to NYC for almost the same amount of time. Thank goodness I had just finished a huge deal and was not overly stressed for this time period.  My parents decided to come up for the weekend and help with Teddy (because trust me, I needed it, as you will read later).  

We had a great time on Friday, doing all kind of fun things like the pool and playing with GrandNan and Pawpaw.  We even bought Teddy his first BIG BOY bed.  I was determined to get this done with my Dad here to help, so I refused to wait on something to come in and only bought what they had in stock at that store, so we did what the Beverly Hillbillies perfected, and loaded up the car and headed out---mattress and all!  My Mom thought is was hilarious and insisted we have a picture of us driving home with a mattress attached to the car. 

Teddy also got a haircut and he HATED it.  My parents took him and everyone, including the barber, had to hold him down to get it done.  (Thankfully I was spared this trip and was getting my pedicure and enjoying that instead of being freaked out about whether the barber would cut him as he jerked and screamed.)  Teddy kept thinking that Nana and Pawpaw had moved in with us so when they left and we came home, he was disappointed to find they were not there.  He really loves their visits and we do too!

Teddy has also decided that he is a Big Boy and will tell me what he wants and does not want, regardless of the situation.  For example, if I give him a cup of water, he takes it from me while yelling "MINE,"  as if that Dixie cup were a gold chalice that I was coveting.  Or, he will see me with a popsicle and come take it from me and then say "MINE" ignoring the idea that something may not be his.  And I would admit that saying "MINE" might equal "Want" except that he knows how to say and express those desires as well, trust me we get that a lot too, especially at night when he is trying to avoid sleeping.  We had a photo shoot and he was AWFUL, I mean, truly AWFUL and the photographer said to me, "don't you just hate the Terrible Two's?"  Up until then it had not dawned on me that this is what people were talking about, i.e. that my sweet little boy would become this enraged monster, almost like he was on a roid rage or something, and be so possessive of everything.  Then a parent tells me, oh wait, this is nothing, wait until the Truly Terrible Three's hit.  Great, something to look forward to, but I will say that Teddy has come back around to giving me kisses, which I will take as a tradeoff for these Terrible Two's!