
I think we got there this past weekend. The terrible twos. I know what you are thinking- not sweet, a little shy, funny, big brother Dylan! And while we had a wonderful, wonderful fall break, there were 2-3 minute spurts here and there of...
"NO NO mama"
"Mama, I don't like it!"
"No Daddy, Mommy do it."
"No Mommy, Daddy do it."
"No, Rae Rae, this mine"
and my personal favorite
"Mama! Daddy went poopy in the potty!"
Now, when your kid says that, while you are standing in a not very crowded (so everyone can hear) but crowded enough (so several people turn and look) eatery, all you can do is laugh. That was after a monster fit because, well, we told him we were going to go eat, and he actually couldn't eat lunch in the parking lot of Trader Joe's, we had to walk a few steps to get to our choice spot. He also lost it again in the car on the way home when he told me to turn the car right ("mama, this way"), but in reality, I had to turn left.
But really, we had an amazing weekend! apple picking, football game, shopping, apple pie, oatmeal cookie, pumpkin "cake"-making, etc. Two seconds after a fit he does something amazingly cute and we can't stay mad.
I guess they make kids that way on purpose.
Disclaimer: For the record, Dylan calls anything that is happening in the bathroom, going poopy in the potty. He likes to talk about it a lot...but is not interested in doing anything in the bathroom by himself...

