It's that arched back and crazed stare, as if your formerly sweet babe were possessed by Satan himself, while your wee CEO teaches a master class on tantrums in the most public place possible.
It's that "NOOOOOOO!!!!", that seemingly endless refrain, that he learned far too quickly after the too-sweet-for-words "Mama".
It's that nap strike - we're currently on Day 3 here, holla! - wreaking havoc with that one remaining island of quiet peace in your day, not to mention guaranteeing the foul mood of Two.
What we don't hear much about, however, are the truly amazing bits of parenting Two - and, yes, if you suspect I'm going to get all Sunshine and Puppies and Babies today, in part to erase the memory of yesterday's Law Schoolpalooza, your instincts serve you well.
|The face Master P now makes, cheerfully shouting "CHEESE!" (which I never taught him??), when I get the camera out.|
And so it goes with age two, where the good seems very, very good indeed and the lows, well . . . you've seen us hurry out of the restaurant with the screeching toddler flailing his arms because we cruelly wouldn't let him play with the steak knife.
Not to gloss over the often trying realities of Two, but here are a few favorites of Master P at just over age 2 (25 months), both of his and mine. My blog buddy Up North Preppy technically requested this one, but let's not kid ourselves about my taking any opportunity to brag about my gifted & talented child:
Favorite New Words: Master P's include "trash truck", "dump truck", "mail truck" . . . anyone sensing a theme here?
Mine is unequivocally, 100%, after months of my prodding, "please" (or "PEEZ!" in Master P parlance. Now if I can just get him opening doors for ladies, my work will largely be done, right?
Speaking of words, something to give any parents of nearly Twos hope - I've found the number of daily tantrums decreasing as the wee CEO is better able to communicate. On that topic:
Favorite Funny Tantrum Behavior: (mine & Master P's) "The Limp Noodle", in which he suddenly goes limp and droops to the ground, as if in slow motion, yet a motion somehow fast enough to wiggle out of my grasp.
Favorite Embrace of Golden Rule: (his) When I let him watch "Sesame Street" ; (mine) how he plays nicely with other kids, to the extent a two year old can do that. He's a mellow fellow when it comes to sharing (for the most part) (so far) (insert other qualifiers here) (parentheses).
And in case anyone is looking for two-year-old boy gift ideas . . .
Favorite Toy: this changes by the week amongst a variety of (a) means of transportation and (b) sports equipment, but here's the current winner:
|Barking orders from his chariot - with a parasol and a cold beverage, no less.|
Behold the Radio Flyer All-Terrain Wagon. We got ours off of Craigslist, but I'd heartily recommend this one anyways; Master P gets a big ol' kick of instructing his driver to and fro. Which is exactly what "driver" here feels like doing in 95 degree heat.
His other perennial favorite is this train table, which can't be beat for the price and the fixed tracks (which equal less mess for you to clean and more ease of play for young fingers not yet adept with wooden tracks - Master P only started playing with those).
Favorite Book: "Drive" by Nathan Clement. Zen-like in its very simple story and modern graphics, this one is a surefire hit with the boy-obsessed-with-trucks crowd. We have it on loan from the library, but Master P likes it so much I'm going to buy our own copy.
I'm still partial to "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom", however; thankfully that remains in heavy wee CEO rotation as well. You should hear him softly chirping his ABC's at the end (which goes more like "A-D, A-D, A-D . . .", but no matter).
While I wouldn't wish the Terribleness of Twos on anyone, the good bits sure are pretty good, aren't they?
Any other caretakers of Twos have some favorites to share?