The Mini has very suddenly hit the age of two. Even though he doesn’t officially turn two until next week, his attitude and behavior have decided they’d start early. Oh sure, he’s been showing signs of becoming two for awhile now. What with his opinions and preferences. I often wonder how someone who has so little life experience, can have such big opinions about things.
We’ve officially hit the no stage. Like, harcore NO! He’s been throwing it out there for awhile now, but really was stil a pretty compliant kid. Now, defiance is the name of the game and so are tantrums. And really, I can’t drink, so dealing with toddler tantrums a good portion of the day is enough to wear on anyone, but at the same time, I can’t help but turn around while he’s throwing yet another tantrum, and just laugh. I know I shouldn’t, but really, throwing yourself on the ground and screaming NONONONONONONONO in a holy hell of a dramatic fashion, because you’re not allowed to bring your “fiah guck” to dinner is just enough amusement to make me crack up.
The other thing he’s started doing is banging. Banging on every square inch of surface in my house. On a box with some sox, in a house with a mouse, or drumsticks, whatever. It’s enough to make me want to jab and ice pick in my brain, and he does it because he knows it drives me to the absolute brink of insanity. I’m hoping this is just a passing phase.
In other news, I failed my one hour glucose screen, and proceeded to shit my pants. I passed it with the Mini, which was amazing given the fact that I practically ate sugar out of the bag when I was pregnant with him (and ribs). I know that a lot of times it’s just a fluke, and the 3 hour test is fine, but I really didn’t want to mess around with gestational diabetes. Thankfully, I passed the three hour test with flying colors and a raging sugar headache. And hopefully, I won’t give birth to a linebacker.