Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Mr. Contrary

From the very beginning, a few hours after his birth, we have known that David is a pretty mellow guy. Aside from a few hiccups in his first few weeks, he's always been healthy, happy, and easy-going.

And then he turned two.


The "Terrible Two's" have arrived at our house. Now, don't get me wrong, David is still pretty mellow, and is much easier than Wendy was at the same age. But it seems that as soon as he turned two, he started having opinions - strong opinions - about random things.

While we still see a lot of our goofy, affectionate, Mama-loving Boy, we also see this other side of him. The side that scowls, scrunches up his whole face and says, "NO!!" The side that insists on not-THAT-Blankie-but-THIS-identical-Blankie and feet-covered-but-not-tucked and need-the-Go-Go-HAT-book...that side kinda wears me out.

He has these big thoughts and ideas and plans, but can't figure out how to put them into words. He has a pretty big vocabulary, both signed and spoken, but just isn't at a point where he can communicate complex ideas. It's frustrating to me, but I know it has to be much more frustrating to him, trying to get me to understand what is so very important to him at the moment (even if it's just that he wants THOSE socks on and not THESE).

We manage as best we can, soothing when appropriate, setting firm boundaries when needed. But at the end of the day, you know what? At the end of the day, he still asks, "Wock, Mama?" and looks at me with gorgeous blue eyes, chubby arms clutching his precious Blankie.

Yes, I'll rock with you, little turkey. And I'll make sure you have THIS Blankie and not THAT Blankie, and I'll get your feet covered up just right.


Susan said...

Terrible twos? No. Way. Not that angel boy. Give him smooches and hugs from Aunt Sooz. And the girl, too.

Love u!

Nicole Searfoss-Owner, Indulgent Aromas said...

Sounds like my little one. I always joke that she was an AWFUL last baby. She only would breast feed for about 2 months, she wouldn't rock to sleep, she won't let anyone help her dress, she needs very specific things, etc. I always thought I'd get to cherish the 'baby' stage, knowing it was my last......not with 'Lil Miss Independent'. She's 2 1/2 going on 16, I think......she won't even agree to my requests to 'stay my baby'....she responds with "No, I'm a bid dirl (big girl), Mommy"....Ughhhhh, motherhood :o)