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today seems like a perfect day for a little game of awesome/not awesome.
we'll start with when i picked john up at school yesterday.
awesome: we had to go to the produce market to get a bunch of fruit and veggies for the week, and john had a great time. he helped me pick out grapefruit, we discussed the fun-ness of going to the "fruit store," he walked around with me and behaved beautifully. he was a good sport when they didn't have any blueberries (he's been asking for them for days) and when we checked out he said, "mommy, i pay!" and handed the girl my check card. another stop at the grocery store on the blueberry hunt was equally enjoyable, with singing and willingness to buy strawberries instead and general cuteness abounding.
not awesome: the pure two-year-old fallout almost as soon as we got back to the house. he wanted dinner. he wanted peas and cheese and milk. i gave him peas and cheese and milk. he threw them, dumped them out, and hit me with them. i told him i would spank him if he didn't behave. he was good for two seconds, then spilled the peas intentionally again. when we finally gave up on dinner and went to check on daddy, who was using a clippers to cut his hair in the bathroom, john flipped his sh*t. went berzerk. freaked out about the clippers and whatever mommy was doing to daddy as i helped finish off the haircut. no amount of explaining that it was a haircut would help. no amount of reassurance would quell the tide of hysterics. tears, snot, panic. the only solution was the prospect of a bath ... which did ultimately calm him and we were all ok by the time he went to bed. but still. not an awesome evening.
awesome: john is learning to dress himself and undress himself. he can pull a shirt over his head, needs a tiny bit of coaching to get arms through sleeves, and can pull up his pants with a little help as well. shirt removal is harder, but pants removal is accomplished with aplomb. his favorite part of the day might be stripping down before bath/bed.
not awesome: john is learning to undress himself, so walking through the grocery store while carrying our strawberries seemed like the ideal time for pants removal. so there i was, in the middle of the grocery store, walking with my independent two year old ... who dropped trou and continued to waddle with his pants around his ankles. proclaiming proudly, "i put the pants off, mommy!" he stumbled along until i could whisk them up and over his little diaper-clad booty.
ok, so that was sort of awesome too, i won't lie. i had tears streaming down my cheeks from laughing so hard at his antics, and he was laughing making mommy laugh. but he was also listening when i told him he had to keep his pants on until we got home. so all in all, that was a win.
the rest of the night ... not so much. we all have our moments, i suppose ...
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