Column Day… in which I deal with the trials and tribulations of having a two-year-old. Read it here.
Child number four is actually the earliest to hit his crazy independent “let me do it myself and if you say no I will go Incredible Hulk on you” phase. The other boys were a bit older before they got quite this, well, intense.
He’s just lucky he’s so ridiculously cute.
The contradictions at this age are fascinating. One minute he’s throwing a massive tantrum for the most absurd reason, the next he’s giggling hysterically. One minute he’s insisting I leave him alone and let him fend for himself; ten minutes later he’s snuggling his head into my shoulder. Two-year-olds are like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Incidentally, this is my 100th post! My, how time flies. Here’s a bonus cute pic just because.