Two

First of all I want to thank everyone for your kind words and encouragement on my last post. It’s so nice to know that I am not alone!


I titled this post TWO because I wanted to let you all know that the Terrible Twos are not a myth. We are living them and who knows if we will survive. Just kidding, but I might be going gray earlier than I’d hoped.

Fischer has always been a pretty good kid, he had his moments, but we could always take him to restaurants and things without really thinking about it. Until recently. I know they didn’t get the name “Terrible Two’s” for no reason. I guess I just never really believed it until I saw it with my own eyes. He knows exactly how to push my buttons and seems to get enjoyment out of it. He refuses to let me change his diaper and thinks it’s a pretty funny game to run away from me when it’s time. He asks for something (milk, snack) and the runs away when I try to hand it to him. He screams like a banshee for no apparent reason, and throws himself on the floor when he doesn’t get his way. I know it will get better and that this is only a phase, but how could something so sweet turn into something so crazy? Where did this sweet, innocent, perfect little angel go?

Our main struggle with Fischer right now is getting him transitioned to a big bed. We are down to locking him in his room and letting him scream. Not my favorite option, but I’m ready for some sleep. He’ll get there. All the books and his doctor say it should only take a few nights, and we’re not very far in. Matt is on the rig right now, so it’s just me powering through by myself. Matt is probably happy to be gone right now, but it may be part of the problem. Matt is usually the one to put him to bed and he loves his daddy like no other. I’m just the crazy lady that lives with dad. But we’ll see. I know just like everything else, it is only a season.

Now that I’ve given everyone with no kids a reason to not have them, I will say that Fischer is making us laugh now more than ever. He says the funniest things and is probably too smart for his own good. He knows his colors, is learning his ABC’s and can sometimes count to 4. Two is his favorite number and he will show you with one finger on each hand. Anything that is more than 1 is 2. Even if it is a herd of cows, it’s 2 cows. He is quite the character and even though we are having a power struggle, I know he won’t be 2 for long and I WILL miss these days with him. He’s a pretty special little boy and I love him like crazy.

Even when I’m pulling my hair out and screaming into the pillow.