To all you parents out there: you know those moments when your child gives you a big, sloppy open-mouthed kiss for no reason? When your little angel hugs you so tight you can feel the love he or she has for you? When you stare at your child and tears come to your eyes because you don't know how can you love anyone any more and you cannot imagine your life without your child? Well, yesterday was not one of those days!
Trent is 18 months old and we really have been blessed with a pretty well-behaved little man. He never has cried much. He often plays in complete contentment by himself. All in all, he has been a pretty great baby. Alas, I fear those days are over and that the Terrible Two's have officially arrived.
Almost over night, my perfect angel has turned into a, dare I say it, MONSTER! Although he understands the word "no," he chooses to completely disregard it and he knows when he is doing something that he is not supposed to be doing! It truly is amazing. Yesterday, he threw his oatmeal on the wall and said, "bad boy!" Every time I took something away that he is not supposed to have or told him "no," he would try to hit me! I was shocked!
When I thought he was watching Super Why like a good little boy while I was getting ready, he decided to suck up his entire zippy cup of chocolate milk, spit it into a bowl and then dump the contents on the couch! That's what I get for leaving him unattended for an entire three minutes...he sure showed me.
We had to make our way to Target where he normally sits in the cart without making a peep. Ha! He thought it was a great idea to screech at the top of his lungs the entire time we were there. He wasn't upset nor was he crying; he just wanted to yell and then laugh each time he did it. I received glares. I received eye rolls. I was THAT person! It was so embarrassing. He would then reach into the back of the cart, pick up whatever his little mitts could reach and then chuck it to the ground.
After we arrived home, I was putting groceries away and apparently, he retrieved two K-cups behind my back and quietly snuck off to his room. I heard his music station chirping along merrily so I thought all was well...that was, until I began to smell the strong stench of coffee with my Spidey-pregnancy nose. I rushed to his room and saw that he had decimated the two K-cups and spread the grinds all around his room.
The above happenings were not even a quarter of the trouble my monster created yesterday. Between his constantly turning the oven off so that dinner took twice as long to cook and him opening up the floor registers to throw whatever is in his reach down there, he was a terror. The scary thing is how quickly he actually gets into trouble! It's not as if I leave him unattended all day long, kids are just that fast. He actually reduced me to tears! I've tried time-outs, swatting of his hands and even spanking, which I fear is the cause of his trying to hit me! I can't take him outside to burn off energy because it's too cold here right now and I can't even take him to his normal play center because it's closed this week.
So, here I am, sipping my tea while I eyeball my son. As I watched him staring at the bookshelf, clearly doing recon, I call his name. He then looks at me with this completely mischievous little glare before he flashes me the best smile he has and runs away. He is up to something, I just know it!
I have to go........!!
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