My son is two months shy of his two year birthday and he is really laying it on thick. You hear about the terrible two's in parenting books and tales of old, but you wonder if they really exist. Well, they do, but they aren't so much terrible, as hilarious. My daughter had the terrible one's, the little show off likes to do everything early. She would throw these tiny little temper tantrums. By the time we reached two, we had a pretty good working relationship. She didn't go in for climbing things to the tippy top to find out how much it hurts to jump back to the ground. Tennessee on the other hand is like this tiny scientist doing crash test ratings on his precious chubby body (that I made myself out of cheeseburgers and complaining, lest we all forget my gestational suffering...)
Everything he does must be done with the full capability of his muscles. After finishing his pre-bed milk last night, he didn't just drop his sippy cup over his shoulder casually like he would have last month. He spiked it on the ground like an NFL player. I half expected him to go down on one knee to thank God and Momma for the milk. He runs everywhere he goes. Why would a person walk after figuring out how to run? Really, running is so much more efficient. All of these things are funny to me, interesting to watch. Even his new found obsession with the words "no!" and "mine!" are cute and a little silly. The terrible part at the momentis his new practice of shoving a chair around the house and up to high surfaces to wreak havoc on things in high places. The butter dish remains tiny fingerprint free only when stashed away in a cupboard. No cup of steaming hot coffee goes unmolested, no giant chef's knife is safe from his curious little paws. I feel quite jumpy lately. I am afraid to leave him alone for even a minute. I could go to the bathroom, only to return to a butter covered concussion. I hope warm weather gets here quick. I think Tennessee's new experiments will go better outdoors.
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