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| Yes, this cute face says NO loud and often! |
Okay, I admit it, my son is in the Terrible Two's (for those of you keeping score, he's been in them since 18 months, so I am ready for this all to be over but I hear 3 is worse, so let's skip that okay) and he has learned the Power of No. (I should knock on wood because we have not had the fist pounding screaming in the supermarket stuff, but if he is not happy, ain't no body happy.) Teddy has embraced his ability to just say "No" to everything and anything. Sometimes, he will just get on a roll and "No" is the only word in his vocabulary and he will prove his conviction by standing his ground, giving you his mean face and shouting "No" until you find something that truly tempts him (ice cream no longer works, its now tennis lessons with Brian (his FAVORITE tennis instructor) or a bike stroller ride to the park).
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| Easter Egg Huntin |
He is just fascinated with the word no and the power of using it I think, which I am sure is telling of my parental abilities. I am sure he has learned that there are just some things that Mommy will beg and plead with him to say yes to like, please smile, please eat your food, please sit down, please stop eating sand, please stop hitting, biting, etc. (For the sake of completeness, he does say no sometimes and I just go with it, you know like when I say, do you want to clean up, because, frankly, I don't want to either.) Apparently, I have taught him that if he says no, then I will beg him and offer even better rewards if he just holds out long enough (note to self, the bribing has gone too far). (Someone please back me up here, I cannot be the only parent who just tries to get them to stop until you are at least at a place where you can tune out your child's whining without feat of them hurting themselves or another child, right?)
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| Playing with Auntie Viv |
The power of no is a valuable leverage tool and in my job we use it everyday. I ask client all the time, can you walk away? Are you able to live without this? And if they can, well, we just see what we can do and the other side will sense that and they try to entice us with other goodies. Maybe this is how we all learn the power of no. I just hoping that Teddy will still use this when he is older and faced with more scary items than a time out and will remember that sometimes saying no is the right thing to do, even now to me, because sometimes I overlook that he has had enough or that he is getting old enough to make some decisions and experience the consequences (I am that parent who just let's him hit his head under the table to learn not to go under the table; apparently, I prefer tears to the tantrums of No).
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| Dyeing Easter Eggs |
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| Banging on the Piano |
And as a special add-on, you got your first (of what I can assume will be many) stitches. You had a playground accident at school, and tried to be like the big boys but fell off the equipment. (One of his teachers told us she thinks he needs to be in boxing, so I pressed her on it, Why? Well, apparently little bruiser Teddy has scared the other boys in his class with his antics so he wrestles with the 3 & 4 year olds (he is only 2.5 remember) and "holds his own"--needless to say I am scared for the future but Adrian is somehow proud of this fact. This also explains the random bruises and other bumps we have experienced.) I know that stitches in your lip (2 be exact) will not be the worst injury Teddy will experience but I can hope that it is by far the scariest for him. Putting him in the Papoose (which he busted out of the first on the first attempt) and holding him down while they numbed his lip and then did the stitches has been quite enough for me.
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| Easter with Nana and Pawpaw |
I have no idea how these mommas of soldiers do it, how parents of athletes do it any many others--I was so good during it all, trying to keep him calm, watching his lip being sown and was good. Once Adrian came back in the room and took him, I literally gaggged and almost passed out (now we know why I am not a doctor). The doctor had to lay me down, get me juice and crackers as I turned white as a sheet and saw stars. The adrenaline kept me going while it was happening but after it was over, I was a mess. I will note that Teddy has been quite the trooper and handled this very well. He has not let it slow him down and only needed motrin the first day it happened. He is tough, tougher than me and I just pray this is the worst of it. Again, he is all boy, but he is my boy and I love him so.
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