The Terrible Twos

Three turned 2 a couple weeks ago. The thank you notes from his party have finally gone out. We are making progress on life returning to normal. Other than the buying a house thing.

I am sure some of this is in my head, but I swear, since Three turned 2, the terrible twos have really let themselves out. My darling little boy has become quite the drama prince and is full of attitude lately. He is two, and he is already rolling his eyes at his mother! This does not bode well for the teen years. Perhaps boarding school will need to take precedence over college savings? When you tell him no, he either goes into a full out temper tantrum, or he gives you these puppy dog eyes that he has obviously gotten from his mother and just looks so gosh darn pathetic. Trouble that child is going to be!

Also, he is starting to repeat everything.

At his birthday party he got these toys. They are his absolute favorite thing to play with. You shake them, put them on the floor, and then off they go. Great fun on our hardwood floors. But sometimes, they run into the walls. A couple days after his party, I was getting ready for work and the husband and Three were hanging out in the living room while Three raced his cars across the floor. Every time the cars would hit the wall, Three would exclaim ‘Aw, cwap’.

Once the husband realized what Three was saying, he started laughing, there by reinforcing the phrase to Three, and rushed into the bathroom where I was showering to tell me the fabulous news. I was all, no way, you are making it up. Until one of the cars sped into the bathroom, and hit the tub.

‘Aw, cwap’ a little voice said. Just like his mama says, ALL. THE. TIME. With the same inflection and everything.

Aw, crap, is right Three. Aw, Crap.

It is Someone’s Birthday Week!

Pictures of the birthday boy have to wait until I finish designing his Thank You card. But I promise you, his 2 year photo shoot was ADORABLE, if exhausting for Mama and Pop.

This is from the recent newborn shoot I did for friends’ of ours who recently welcomed their second child. I am super excited to have some baby feet who belong to a girl around here. I am surrounded by blue. It gives me hope that if the husband and I ever lose our minds and decide that we would better off as a family of four, maybe there really is a 50/50 shot we’ll get some pink in our life too.

There is always that fear though that we’ll end up with one of each at the same delivery, and a family of five just doesn’t have the same ring to it. Twins run in both our families. Three may be an only child.

ANYWAY, Three turned two on Monday. Birthdays still don’t quite register with him. But I am very excited to report that he gets the whole present thing now. We didn’t wrap his gift (yes I bought it at Walmart, the husband is not happy, but it was $30 cheaper than anywhere else, and has actually gone up in price since I bought it) from us, because I figured it was way more fun out of the box and trying to put it together while he eagerly tried to play with pieces didn’t seem like a good time. My mom though, she wrapped the gifts my parents got for him. Many, many, gifts, despite having told me that they were not going to go nuts for his birthday since we had just gone to Disney World. Grandparents, I tell ya. ANYWAY, they came over for cake and presents Monday evening. The Husband had to help Three unwrap the first one (a set of Thomas the Tank Engine books) but after that, Three was ALL over it. Ripping wrapping paper and pulling toys and tissue paper out of gift bags like a pro.

The best part of the whole thing to me was watching how excited he was over everything. He had to play with everything for a couple minutes before he could be persuaded to move on to the next present (anyone coming to his party on Sunday, be warned, the gift opening may take a while). And all of the presents were just so exciting. Even the clothes he got resulted in squeals of joy. And it makes me sad that he is not going to be this easy to please for all that much longer in the grand scheme of things. Pretty soon we’ll decide what he is getting as his gift from a list of things he wants, rather than watching what he plays with when he visits his older friends. And when he gets it, I am sure he’ll be excited, but it won’t be the same.

I am thankful that Three is a happy, healthy, normal two (although if you ask him how old he is he’ll tell you Three - so eager to grow up he is) year old. I am glad that he spent the better part of this year reflux free, although I will confess that 99% of the time when he burps I still flinch and wish I hadn’t packed away all the burp cloths. It makes me smile watching him become a little boy. I hope he always manages to have fun doing mundane things.

And Babycenter.com? Sending me an email about my “Preschooler” while he was napping on his birthday? Not cool! Mama is not ready for that!

A Little Night Music

Well, hello there 2010! How are you?

So far, 2010 has been the year of the sickness. First Three was sick with a nasty cold / cough that has completely dismantled his mad sleeping through the night skills. Which is very sad for Mama. And the husband and I are still recovering from a nasty stomach thing that I strongly suspect Three brought home from daycare. But hey, instant diet!

So since 2010 has been uneventful, lets recap one of the last events of 2009!

As you may or may not have heard, I turned 30 the day after Christmas. And despite what the husband will tell you, I am pretty okay with it. My 20’s were pretty productive. I gradated from college (with a BFA in drama, but hey, you can’t win them all. Someone should go back to 1998 and smack my 18 year old self, but that’s another story), I (eventually) got a job, I married my high school sweetheart, we bought a condo, we traveled the world some, we had a baby. I’m working my way down that life checklist pretty darn well. And really, life isn’t so bad. So what isn’t there to look forward too?

Anyway! So, despite the fact that I was emotionally okay with the whole 3-0 thing, I was still angling for a BIG birthday present. Because really, what’s the point of a whole new DECADE without something awesome to ring it in with? And the husband, he did not disappoint. He somehow got my parents to agree to babysit the rug rat for a night and off we went to NYC for 24 hours of shopping, touristy fun and fine dining without once having to worry about a certain 2.5′ tall someone throwing his dinner on the floor. It was GLORIOUS. And funnily enough, at the end of spending 24 hours together in which we actually had to talk to each because there wasn’t munchkins to distract us, we decided we actually still like each other. Win! And double bonus, I got a new pair of jeans, a couple pairs of PJ’s and new running shoes (which I have yet to have the chance to use - boo) out of the deal. I love when the stores put all their merchandise on sale for my birthday. Its so nice of them. So my birthday rocked. I think I am going to turn 30 again next year.