Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Adventures of August

I haven't written one of these posts in awhile.  I really should write down the things he does or says when they happen because I end up forgetting things.  I suffer from 'Mom brain'.  Here are a few of the things I remember:

We are currently in the terrible two phase.  This isn't a new phase, we've been suffering from it for about 3 months now.  I wish I could say it will be over quickly, but when the terrible twos are done, the terrifying threes appear.  It will be a rough, but somewhat enjoyable, couple of years.

Gus found Hans' wallet the other day and brought it to me and said, "Daddy, wallet".  He has a bad habit of emptying the wallet so I asked him to give it to me.  He looked at me, said, "no," then opened up the wallet, showed me Hans' drivers license and said, "See, Daddy, not Mommy."

If Gus had his way, he would drink milk for all of his meals.  During the move I didn't realize how much milk he was getting and it got a bit out of control.  Basically the kid wasn't eating anything.  So we had to cut down on the milk.  This hasn't been fun for anyone in the house.  He has been going through withdrawal.  Seriously, he was a milk addict.  It was so bad that he would scream in the middle of the night for milk and we are pretty sure he was sleep talking.  We all seem to be doing much better now.  He eats more and drinks more water, but he will always ask for milk first and he will always try to find the person in the room that doesn't know the milk rules.

Gus has started throwing things.  Anything and everything.  I've come to realize that some kids throw and rip  books and put things in their mouths and some don't.  John didn't really throw, never ripped a book and rarely put things in his mouth. So, just when you think that you have everything under control and you know what to expect, another kid comes along and reminds you that all people are different and that you must stay on your toes because what one kid doesn't think of, the other will.  Aside from constantly keeping my eye on all of our books to make sure they stay in tact I also have to keep my eye out for flying objects.  Sometimes these objects are soft but most of the time are not.  Soft objects aren't as fun to throw because they don't go as far and don't make a cool noise when they hit something or someone.  After getting hit with something the other morning Hans said, "Stop throwing things, I don't like this phase."  To which my smart-alec two year old replied, "I like this phase."  This sums up our life.


sinceremom said...

Your 2 yr old sounds like mine. Loves to throw, rips books even though the others never did, and when its noted you don't like something will smile and say "It's fun". Gotta love it.

Katie Fiene said...

Yes, at the end of the day I'm exhausted, but I love my spunky kids...fits and all.